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

I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!

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.

I haven't much time to be fond of anything ... but when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times ... the roses get it. I began my life among them in my father's nursery garden, and I shall end my life among them, if I can. Yes. One of these days (please God) I shall retire from catching thieves, and try my hand at growing roses.

The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared.

But, ah me! where is the faultless human creature who can persevere in a good resolution, without sometimes failing and falling back?

She looked so irresistibly beautiful as she said those brave words that no man alive could have steel his heart against her.