Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.

All my laurels you have riven away, and my roses; yet in spite of you, there is one crown I bear away with me... One thing without stain, unspotted from the world, in spite of doom mine own! And that is... my white plume.

And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips.

You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.

My wit is more polished than your mustache. The truth which I speak strikes more sparks from men's hearts than your spurs do from the cobblestones.