If you're found guilty, you'll be sent to prison at least for the years that'll spoil the making of your life; and you do it because you think you'll spare somebody.
Well, I ask you to spare me.

I don't want the man that's going to inherit my name, when my time comes, to bring foulness on it.

We've been a rough race, we Calhouns; we've done mad, bad things, perhaps, but none has shamed us before the world--none but you." "I have never shamed you, Miles Calhoun," replied his son sharply.

"As the ancients said, 'alis volat propriis'-- I will fly with my own wings.
Come weal, come woe, come dark, come light, I have fixed my mind, and nothing shall change it.

You loved my mother better than the rest of the world.