speed is the curse of the age.

Nevertheless, she did not weep, because, for one thing, it would have made her eyes red, and another, it would be of very little use.

When fate is got it in for you, there is no limit to what you may have to put up with.

I daresay Freddy might not be a great hand at slaying dragons- but one has not the smallest need of a man who can kill dragons!

Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.

You may have married her, but she is mine. Do you think I shall let you take her? She may be ten times your wife, but, by God, you shall never have her.

You’ve no more for me than I have for you.” Considerably disconcerted by this direct attack, she stammered: “How can you say so? When I am sure I have always been most sincerely attached to you!” “You deceive yourself, sister: not to me, but to my purse!