One can be well-bred and write bad poetry

You think you can marry for your own pleasure, friend?

When we are understood, we always speak well, and then all your fine diction serves no purpose.

Books and marriage go ill together.

Frankly, it's good enough to lock up in a drawer.

There is no rampart that will hold out against malice.

You only die once, but you will be dead for a very long time.