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

The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands - we should only spoil it by trying to explain it.

I loved him for himself alone.

Humanity always becomes a conqueror.

O Lord, Sir - when a heroine goes mad she always goes into white satin.

That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.

There is no trusting appearances.