Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?

Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.

She is one of God's women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.