I hate fair women, but they are prettier than we dark things ever are.

All men think so.

What does it matter?
It was I that saved your life when you were dying, and the people meant you to die.

I shall always have that satisfaction, even when you are tired of me." "Say never, then!" "Never?
Yes, if I let you stay here, you will not have time to be tired of me, for you will grow thinner and whiter, and one day you will be breathing, and not breathing, and breathing a little again, and then not breathing at all, and you will be lying dead with your head on my arm.

I can see how it will be, for I thought more than once that you were dead, just like that, when you had the fever.