I would tell you I love you, Sir, if I knew what it was to love.
It takes good memory to keep up a lie
Danger breeds best on too much confidence.
Doubt, but still hate!
Every brave man is a man of his word; to such base vices he cannot stoop, and shuns more than death the shame of lying.
There are secret ties, there are sympathies, by the sweet relationship of which souls that are well matched attach themselves to each other, and are affected by I know not what, which cannot be explained