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

On the contrary, I'm a universal patriot, if you could understand me rightly: my country is the world.

I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.

I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.' 'Station! Station!-- your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.

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

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will.

... and she held out a pretty gold ring. 'Put it,' she said, 'on the fourth finger of my left hand, and I am yours and you are mine; and we shall leave Earth and make our own Heaven yonder.'