When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.
I accept refreshment at any hands, however lowly.
In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.
No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have; and I think he's a dirty little beast.
Bind up their wounds - but look the other way.
Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk like that forever.