How easy love makes fools of us.
What a terrible thing to be a great lord, yet a wicked man.
Ah, there are no children nowadays.
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!
I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others.
People can be induced to swallow anything, provided it is sufficiently seasoned with praise.