Poor dull Concord. Nothing colorful has come through here since the Redcoats.

I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.

Her beauty satisfied [his] artistic eye, her peculiarities piqued his curiosity, her vivacity lightened his ennui, and her character interested him by the unconscious hints it gave of power, pride and passion. So entirely natural and unconventional was she that he soon found himself on a familiar footing, asking all manner of unusual questions, and receiving rather piquant replies.

…marriage, they say, halves one's rights and doubles one's duties.

Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.

I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands." "They're not empty now.