There's only one truth about war: people die.

She's as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.

A fluent tongue is the only thing a mother don't like her daughter to resemble her in.

My valour is certainly going! - it is sneaking off! - I feel it oozing out as it were at the palms of my hands!

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting - more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

The throne we honour is the people's choice.

An oyster may be crossed in love.