The bent head$$$ the averted eye$$$ the faltering voice$$$ the wincing figure — these$$$ and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply$$$ are the true signals of passion.

To a great mind$$$ nothing is Little

<p>Come! Your presence will either give me life or kill me with pleasure.</p>

The future was with Fate. The present was our own.

No opinion is worth burning your neighbor for.

A gentleman is someone who can play the accordion$$$ but doesn't.

When you have eliminated all which is impossible$$$ then whatever remains$$$ however improbable$$$ must be the truth.

It is the grand misfortune of my life that nobody will let me alone.

I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make them machines for the production of incessant noise.

The best men are not consistent in good$$$ why should the worst men be consistent in evil?