Human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you Humour preserved her from excesses of sentiment Huntress with few scruples and the game unguarded Hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move I do not defend myself ever I have learnt as much from light literature as from heavy I have and hold--you shall hunger and covet I cannot get on with Gibbon I could be in love with her cruelty, if only I had her near me I married a cook She expects a big appetite I want no more, except to be taught to work I detest anything that has to do with gratitude I know nothing of imagination I haven't got the pluck of a flea I hate old age It changes you so I would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service I can't think brisk out of my breeches I look on the back of life I never pay compliments to transparent merit I always respected her; I never liked her I give my self, I do not sell I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery--not deceit I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent I laughed louder than was necessary I had to cross the park to give a lesson I cannot delay; but I request you, that are here privileged I ain't a speeder of matrimony I beg of my husband, and all kind people who may have the care I rather like to hear a woman swear. It embellishes her! I can confess my sight to be imperfect: but will you ever do so? I do not think Frenchmen comparable to the women of France I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall I would wait till he flung you off, and kneel to you I had to make my father and mother live on potatoes I am not ashamed I hope I am not too hungry to discriminate I cannot say less, and will say no more I wanted a hero I do not see it, because I will not see it I can pay clever gentlemen for doing Greek for me I never saw out of a doll-shop, and never saw there I 'm the warming pan, as legitimately I should be I detest enthusiasm I baint done yet I know that your father has been hearing tales told of me I never knew till this morning the force of No in earnest I hate sleep: I hate anything that robs me of my will I have all the luxuries--enough to loathe them I who respect the state of marriage by refusing I make a point of never recommending my own house I like him, I like him, of course, but I want to breathe I am a discordant instrument I do not readily vibrate I don't count them against women (moods) I 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' I never see anything, my dear I always wait for a thing to happen first I'll come as straight as I can I'm for a rational Deity I'm in love with everything she wishes! I've got the habit Idea is the only vital breath Ideas in gestation are the dullest matter you can have If we are really for Nature, we are not lawless If there's no doubt about it, how is it I have a doubt about it?