Kiss me Hardy

What you should really be sorry for," he continued, "is that for the rest of my life, I'll have to avoid wine cellars to keep from thinking about you."
"Why? Was kissing me that bad?"
A devil-solf whisper. "No sweetheart. It was that good.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

Treat every Frenchman as if he was the devil himself.

England expects that every man will do his duty.

If a man consults whether he is to fight, when he has the power in his own hands, it is certain that his opinion is against fighting.