Don't die to see me, live to love me.

If Meekmahan ever came to the Hardy compound, I would tell Meekmahan, face-to-face, 'You'll fade away and classify yourself as obsolete! Obsolete!'

Well, if she was dumb enough to marry you, she'll believe anything.

Her suspense was terrible.

Fancies find room in the strongest minds. Here, in a churchyard old as civilization, in the worst of weathers, was a strange woman of curious fascinations never seen elsewhere: there might be some devilry about her presence.

It is not worth an intelligent man's time to be in the majority. By definition, there are already enough people to do that.