"Alas! fair Rowena," returned De Bracy, "you are in presence of your captive, not your jailor; and it is from… — Walter Scott

There is yet spirit in him, were it well directed- but, like the Greek fire, it burns whatever approaches it.

Thou and I are but the blind instruments of some irresistible fatality, that hurries us along, like goodly vessels driving before the storm, which are dashed against each other, and so perish.

You have power, rank, command, influence; we have wealth, the source both of our strength and weakness; the value of these toys, ten times multiplied, would not influence half so much as your slightest wish.