I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.

There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named -- the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.

One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind.

I love myself that much and I will never apologize to you.

You would think such a day would tremble to begin . . .

On a related subject, Signore Pazzi, I must confess to you: I'm giving serious thought to eating your wife.

It's hard... to shake off something that's already under your skin.