We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of—but we never love again.

“I can't sit still and see another man slaving and working. I want to get up and…”

“If you are foolish enough to be contented, don't show it, but grumble with the …”

“Cassivelaunus had prepared the river for Caesar, by planting it full of stakes …”

“He does love prophesying a misfortune, does the average British ghost. Send him…”