Humanity always becomes a conqueror.

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

I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.

They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.

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!

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!