She, too, had worn a mask in assuming a contempt for him, whilst, as a matter of fact, she completely misunderstood him

I take it, sir, that you do not approve of our new society." "Approval, sir, in my opinion, demands the attainment of perfection. And in that sense, you rather overrate the charms of your society. I'faith, for one thing, it does seem monstrous ill-dressed for any society, even a new one.

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

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

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.

A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.

Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!