I Am A Count, Not A Saint.

I Have Always Had More Dread Of A Pen, A Bottle Of Ink, And A Sheet Of Paper Than Of A Sword Or Pistol.

Kitty: I Thought Your Ladyship Was Ill. I Wanted To Help You. Lady Dewinter: I Ill? Do You Take Me For A Weak Woman? When I Am Insulted I Do Not Feel Ill - I Avenge Myself. Do You Hear?

There Is No Friendship That Cares About An Overheard Secret.

Woman Is Sacred; The Woman One Loves Is Holy.

The Friends We Have Lost Do Not Repose Under The Ground...they Are Buried Deep In Our Hearts. It Has Been Thus Ordained That They May Always Accompany Us.