Our Memories Are Independent Of Our Wills.

O Lord, Sir - When A Heroine Goes Mad She Always Goes Into White Satin.

I Was Struck All On A Heap.

I Had Rather Follow You To Your Grave Than See You Owe Your Life To Any But A Regular-bred Physician.

As There Are Three Of Us Come On Purpose For The Game, You Won't Be So Cantankerous As To Spoil The Party By Sitting Out.

They Only Have Lived Long Who Have Lived Virtuously.