I would have taken a slug to my bosom and addressed a rattlesnake as Uncle Toby did the fly.

I wonder whether it is not through some such process as this that parsons manage to keep themselves good.
The soothing warmth of conscious merit restored me to good temper; and when Carlotta slid her hand into mine and asked me if I had forgiven her, I magnanimously assured her that all the past was forgotten.
"Only," said I, "you will have to get out of this habit of tears.

A wise man called Burton says in his 'Anatomy of Melancholy,' a beautiful book which I'll give you to read when you are sixty, 'As much count may be taken of a woman weeping as a goose going barefoot.'" "He was a nasty old man," said Carlotta.

"Women cry because they feel very unhappy.

Men are never unhappy, and that is the reason that men don't cry.