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.

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

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

There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.

Now, when their glances met, they understood one another. The power that lay within both their souls had met, and, as it were, clasped hands. They accepted one another's sacrifice. Hers, mayhap, was the more complete of the two, because for her his absence would mean weary waiting, the dull heartache so terrible to bear.

We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops

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