How clever you are, my dear! You never mean a single word you say.
A sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn't know the market price of any single thing.
By persistently remaining single a man converts himself into a permanent public temptation.
To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up.
At every single moment of one's life one is what one is going to be no less than what one has been.
To stake all one's life on a single moment, to risk everything on one throw, whether the stake be power or pleasure, I care not - there is no weakness in that.