A solitary life cherishes mere fancies until they become manias.

How different men were to women!

Did I ever say an engagement was an elephant, madam?

She lay down and never stirred. To move hand or foot, or even so much as one finger, would have been an exertion beyond the powers of either volition or motion. She was so tired, so stunned, that she thought she never slept at all; her feverish thoughts passed and repassed the boundary between sleeping and waking, and kept their own miserable identity.

Oh dear! A drunken infidel weaver! said Mr. Hale to himself.

I say Gibson, we're old friends, and you're a fool if you take anything I say as an offense. Madam your wife and I didn't hit it off the only time I ever saw her. I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me!

The French girls would tell you, to believe that you were pretty would make you so.