The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.

The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.