Besides, she looks at me, Sir, stares at me, as if she wanted to get an image of me for some gallery in her brain,--and we don't love to be looked at in this way, we that have--I hate her,--I hate her,--her eyes kill me,--it is like being stabbed with icicles to be looked at so,--the sooner she goes home, the better.

I don't want a woman to weigh me in a balance; there are men enough for that sort of work.

The judicial character is n't captivating in females, Sir.

A woman fascinates a man quite as often by what she overlooks as by what she sees.

Love prefers twilight to daylight; and a man doesn't think much of, nor care much for, a woman outside of his household, unless he can couple the idea of love, past, present, or future, with her.