Date not the life which thou hast run by the mean of reckoning of the hours and days, which though hast breathed: a life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line, - by deeds, not years.

Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics.

An oyster may be crossed in love.

Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.

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

Good reading makes for damn hard writing.

If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs!