“Go away and bleed to death,’ said his onetime saviour sharply. ‘On behalf of the female sex I feel I may cheer every lesion.”
“I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!”
“Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.”
“Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.”
“Repeat one word of what I just said and I'll cheerfully beat you to death, Mike.”
“Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.”