Duke Sigmund Igthorn: I've always known I was a genius, but this time I've surpassed myself. Ogre: Oh yes, […] Your Dukeness.

Bless thy simplicity, Tess, said her companions. He's got his market-nitch. Haw-haw!

Censure, which arraigns the public actions and the private motives of princes, has ascribed to envy, a conduct which might be attributed to the prudence and moderation of Hadrian.

I had a long Virginia cheroot between my lips, it tasted deliciously bitter and mild, while in my back the goo of pus and blood and shreds of cloth and hand-grenade splinters went on simmering away.