...because I rant not, neither rave of what I feel, can you be so shallow as to dream that I feel nothing?
R.D. BlackmoreOnly a pint at breakfast-time, and a pint and a half at eleven o'clock, and a quart or so at dinner. And then no more till the afternoon; and half a gallon at supper-time. No one can object to that.
R.D. BlackmoreNow let us bandy words no more... nothing is easier than sharp words, except to wish them unspoken.
R.D. BlackmoreMay be we are not such fools as we look. But though we be, we are well content, so long as we may be two fools together.
R.D. Blackmore