My family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering.

Let the punishment fit the crime.

I am a courtier grave and serious Who is about to kiss your hand: Try to combine a pose imperious With a demeanour nobly bland.

All bayonets are bad.

There's a fascination frantic in a ruin that's romantic.

When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.

Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk like that forever.