Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.

Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.

You are an atrocious person! Since the day I met you I have become steadily more depraved.

Of course she is a fool, but so are all girls.

There is nothing so mortifying as to fall in love with someone who does not share one's sentiments.

You must not imagine that Papa or I have the least notion of compelling you to marry anyone whom you hold in aversion, for I am sure that such a thing would be quite shocking! And Charles would not do so either, would you, dear Charles?”(Elizabeth Ombersley) “No, certainly not. But neither would I consent to her marriage with any such frippery fellow as Augustus Fawnhope!” “Augustus,” announced Cecilia, putting up her chin, “will be remembered long after you have sunk into oblivion!” “By his creditors? I don’t doubt it.

But it is only in epic tragedies that gloom is unrelieved. In real life tragedy and comedy are so intermingled that when one is most wretched ridiculous things happen to make one laugh in spite of oneself.