“To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.”

Fate is usually swift when she deals a blow.

I shall return, doubt it not. Such love as ours was not created to remain unfulfilled. Whatever may happen, believe and trust in me, as I shall in you, and keep the remembrance of me in your heart without sadness and without regret.

A woman’s heart is such a complex problem – the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.

…but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.

The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.

She, too, had worn a mask in assuming a contempt for him, whilst, as a matter of fact, she completely misunderstood him

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.

Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T’wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine

She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.

Odd’s fish, m’dear! The man can’t even tie his own cravat!

We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops

Money and titles may be hereditary,” she would say, “but brains are not,”.

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.