What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.

You're a fine fastidious young man, as proud as a lion, as gentle as a girl. You'd make a good catch for the devil.

In all lands, sailors form a race apart. They profess a congenital contempt for landlubbers. As for the tradesman, he understands nothing of sailors nor cares a fig about them. He is content to rob them if he can.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

Do you know what is the hardest thing in life? To make a choice.

Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

Good befalls us while we sleep, sometimes.