When I say to you, there is nobody like me, and there never was, that is a statement I want every woman to feel and make about themselves.
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
In the best farce today we start with some absurd premise as to character or situation, but if the premises be once granted we move logically enough to the ending.