As to the mouth, it delights at times in laughter; it is disposed to impart all that the brain conceives; though I daresay it would be silent on much the heart experiences. Mobile and flexible, it was never intended to be compressed in the eternal silence of solitude: it is a mouth which should speak much and smile often, and have human affection for its interlocutor.

All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.

I am always easy of belief when the creed pleases me.

Make my happiness--I will make yours.

I ask you to pass through life at my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.

You ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.

flattery would be worse than vain; there is no consolation in flattery.