You transfix me quite.

I only want an easy mind, sir; not crushed by crowded obligations.

To the dear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break... I am ever tender and true.

I would always rather be happy than dignified.

Reason sits firm and holds the reins, and she will not let the feelings burst away and hurry her to wild chasms. The passions may rage furiously, like true heathens, as they are; and the desires may imagine all sorts of vain things: but judgment shall still have the last word in every argument, and the casting vote in every decision. Strong wind, earthquake-shock, and fire may pass by: but I shall follow the guiding of that still small voice which interprets the dictates of conscience.

I was no pope - I could not boast infallibility.

Shake me off, then, sir--push me away; for I'll not leave you of my own accord.