Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

When will you give up these mad adventures, and leave others to fight their own battles and to save their own lives as best they may?' When your ladyship has ceased to be the most admired woman in Europe, namely, when I am in my grave.

Money and titles may be hereditary," she would say, "but brains are not,".

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.

To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

...but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.