The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.

Your tears come easy, when you're young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you're old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.

No sensible man ever engages, unprepared, in a fencing match of words with a woman.

This is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.

Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.

Well may your heart believe the truths Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

The best men are not consistent in good-- why should the worst men be consistent in evil.