You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.

What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.

He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.