'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens.

Hunger is the best sauce in the world.

She fights and vanquishes in me, and I live and breathe in her, and I have life and being.

Dine on little, and sup on less.

There is no jewel in the world so valuable as a chaste and virtuous woman.

And thus being totally preoccupied, he rode so slowly that the sun was soon glowing with such intense heat that it would have melted his brains, if he'd had any.

He had a face like a blessing.