"Don't you dare think anything is wrong or that I am not the proudest, happiest man in this world, because I appear anxious.

I am not trying to conceal it from you.
You know we both agreed at first that Ruth should be in the hospital, Doc.

Well, she should! She is what would be a lovely woman if she were not full of the poison of wrong food and air, overwork, and social conditions that have warped her.

She is all I dreamed of and more, but I've come for you.

She is too sick for me.