Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you.

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.

There never was a scandalous tale without some foundation.

I loved him for himself alone.

Sheer necessity,-the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.

An oyster may be crossed in love.

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