Men ruin themselves headlong for unworthy women.

I never paid you a compliment, Rachel, in my life. Successful love may sometimes use the language of flattery, I admit. But hopeless love, dearest, always speaks the truth.

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

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.

If I ever meet with the man who fulfills my ideal, I shall make it a condition of the marriage settlement, that I am to have chocolate under the pillow.

Men ruin themselves headlong for unworthy women.

But I am a just man, even to my enemy - and I will acknowledge, beforehand, that they are cleverer brains than I thought them