She belongs to a race of delightful women, who never do any harm, whom everybody calls good, and who are very severe on those who do not pretend to be good.
Every shot that kills ricochets.
The real business of life is trying to understand each other.
It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.
Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee, It passed into thy lifelong regency.
Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars.