How easy love makes fools of us.
You never see the old austerity That was the essence of civility; Young people hereabouts, unbridled, now Just want.
Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.
One easily bears moral reproof, but never mockery.
There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!
Oh, how fine it is to know a thing or two.