He hadn’t a single redeeming vice.
Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.
Ones real life is often the life that one does not lead.
This wallpaper is dreadful, one of us will have to go.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.
I love hearing my relations abused. It is the only thing that makes me put up with them at all.