Satan himself can't save a woman who wears thirty-shilling corsets under a thirty-guinea costume.

Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?

Let each man be judged by his deeds, I have paid my price to live with myself on the terms that I willed.

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, we will work for ourself and a woman, forever and ever, Amen.

Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.

I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!