I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife that shall be my master.]
Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still greater than the dish.
I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today.
While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.