In this world of ours he can discern the working of a purposeful will, and confuses his mind with windy, worn-out ideals.

Virtue, he says--but to what end repeat such stale old stuff ?" "We have no time for it," said Melissa, who saw that Philip was on the point of losing himself in a philosophical dissertation, for he had begun to enjoy the sound of his own voice, which was, in fact, unusually musical.
"Why not ?" he exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders, and with a bitter smile.

"When he has shot away all his arrows, the bowman may rest; and, as you will soon hear, our quiver is empty--as empty as this cup which I have drained." "No, no!" exclaimed Melissa, eagerly.

"If this first attempt has failed, that is the very reason for planning another.

I, too, can use figures of speech.