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!

A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.

There is not a passion so strongly rooted in the human heart as envy.

The newspapers! Sir, they are the most villainous - licentious -abominable - infernal - Not that I ever read them - No - I make it a rule never to look into a newspaper.

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

Prudence, like experience, must be paid for.

There is no trusting appearances.