My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
We see not our own backs.
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!