Conscience makes egotists of us all.
True contentment is not having everything, but in being satisfied with everything you have.
And what sort of lives do these people, who pose as being moral, lead themselves? My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.
But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.
What is mind but motion in the intellectual sphere?
You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew, you may go too far.