"Pity the weaknesses of a poor sinner.

You don't understand.

If only you understood, you would understand." "No," I said, "I am bothered if I do." "Well, you will when you begin to collect orchids.

I'm not mad, really, except perhaps on this point, Mr.Quatermain,"-- this in a low and thrilling voice--"that marvellous Cypripedium--your friend is right, it is a Cypripedium--is worth a gold mine." "From my experience of gold mines I can well believe that," I said tartly, and, I may add, prophetically.
"Oh! I mean a gold mine in the figurative and colloquial sense, not as the investor knows it," he answered.

"That is, the plant on which it grew is priceless.