It's over, and can't be helped, and that's one consolation, as they always say in Turkey, when they cut the wrong man's head off.

In particular, there was a butler in a blue coat and bright buttons, who gave quite a winey flavour to the table beer; he poured it out so superbly.

A good thing can't be cruel.

And could I look upon her without compassion, seeing her punishment in the ruin she was, in her profound unfitness for this earth on which she was placed, in the vanity of sorrow which had become a master mania, like the vanity of penitence, the vanity of remorse, the vanity of unworthiness, and other monstrous vanities that have been curses in this world?

I believe the spreading of Catholicism to be the most horrible means of political and social degradation left in the world.

He did each single thing as if he did nothing else.

And what about the cash, my existence's jewel?