Anthologists are lazy fellows who like to spend a quiet evening at home raiding good books.
Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.
I wish, I wish I were a poisonous bacterium.
She will never win him, whose words had shown she feared to lose.
[Suggesting an epitaph for herself:] This is on me.
Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation.