It was not a bosom to repose upon, but it was a capital bosom to hang jewels upon.

Not presume to dictate, but broiled fowl and mushrooms - capital thing!

It is a sensation not experienced by many mortals, said he, "to be looking into a churchyard on a wild windy night, and to feel that I no more hold a place among the living than these dead do, and even to know that I lie buried somewhere else, as they lie buried here. Nothing uses me to it. A spirit that was once a man could hardly feel stranger or lonelier, going unrecognized among mankind, than I feel."

There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long, and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him than any women of the world...

I think it's liquid aggravation that circulates through his veins, and not regular blood

His wardrobe was extensive--very extensive--not strictly classical perhaps, not quite new, nor did it contain any one garment made precisely after the fashion of any age or time, but everything was more or less spangled; and what can be prettier than spangles!