I suppose the fault is mine.

If I'd been worth the standing by, I'd have been the better stood by.

But this girl, this little French provincial, with a heart of fire and gold, with a touch of sin in her, and a thumping artery of truth, she would walk with me to the gallows, and give her life to save my life--yes, a hundred times.
Well, then, I'll start over again; for I've found the real thing.

I'll be true to her just as long as she's true to me.

I'll never lie to her; and I'll do something else--something else.