I have so often been asked the question: "But how did you come to think of The Scarlet Pimpernel?" And my answer has always been: "It was God's will ….

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny..

Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end..

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed..

We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to spe….

Money and titles may be hereditary," she would say, "but brains are not,"..

There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice..

Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine.

The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end..

She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the wor….

When will you give up these mad adventures, and leave others to fight their own battles and to save their own lives as best they may?' When your lady….

A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle..

Fate is usually swift when she deals a blow..

I shall return, doubt it not. Such love as ours was not created to remain unfulfilled. Whatever may happen, believe and trust in me, as I shall in yo….

Now, when their glances met, they understood one another. The power that lay within both their souls had met, and, as it were, clasped hands. They ac….

To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves ….

I take it, sir, that you do not approve of our new society." "Approval, sir, in my opinion, demands the attainment of perfection. And in that sense, ….

Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your id….

Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity..

Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!.