As for him, he is a man; at his worst, not one of the worst; at his best, better than very many.

There, now, Emma, you have me stripped and burning; there is my full confession.
Except for this--yes, one thing further--that I do rage at the ridicule, and could choose, but for you, to have given the world cause to revile me, or think me romantic.

Something or somebody to suffer for would really be agreeable.

It is a singular fact, I have not known what this love is, that they talk about.

And behold me marched into Smithfield!--society's heretic, if you please.