Women like flames have a destroying power; never to be quenched till they themselves devour.
I know thatโs a secret, for itโs whispered everywhere.
Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.
I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.