My own passion, all my life, has been non-collecting.
A guest should be permitted to graze, as it were, in the pastures of his host's kindness, left even to his own devices, like a rational being, and handsomely neglected.
Family traits, like murder, will out. Nature has but so many molds.
The hand betrays the heart.
[Death:] The one inexorable thing!
I am not in the least given to any violent interest in womankind, however, such as has addled the country's brains of late. Give me a manandwoman world: 'tis good enough!