What is there that any man desires,--any man or any woman,--that does not lose half its value when it is found to be easy of access and easy of possession?
Wine is valued by its price, not its flavour.

Open your doors freely to Jones and Smith, and Jones and Smith will not care to enter them.

Shut your doors obdurately against the same gentlemen, and they will use all their little diplomacy to effect an entrance.

Captain Aylmer, when he heard the hearty tone of the girl's answer, already began almost to doubt whether it was wise on his part to devote the innermost bin of his cellar to wine that was so cheap.
Not that he had any idea of receding.

Principle, if not love, prevented that.