Good night, Burgess." "Thank _you_, sir.

Good night, sir." As he walked out into the evening air he swung his cane in glittering circles.
"Nevertheless," he said under his breath, "she'd better be careful.
If she writes again I might lose my head and go to her.

You can never tell about some men; and the road to hell is a lonely one--damned lonely.

Better let a man travel it like a gentleman if he can.

It's more dignified than sliding into it on your back, clutching a handful of lace petticoat." He added: "There's only one hell; and it's hell, perhaps, because there are no women there.".