You overrate my capacity of love. I don't posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.

There was now a distinct manifestation of morning in the air, and presently the bleared white visage of a sunless winter day emerged like a dead-born child.

Women are attracted to silent men. They believe they are listening.

Women accept their destiny more readily than men.

All romances end at marriage.

My wicked heart will ramble on in spite of myself. (Arabella)

Dialect words are those terrible marks of the beast to the truly genteel.