Book: The French Lieutenant's woman

A true gentleman has no right to deny the obvious.

The desire to retain and the desire to enjoy are both destructive.

The poor thing had to go through the suffering known from time immemorial to the only child in the family - a heavy, crushing canopy of parental care.

All lovers are weak in their minds, aren't they?

There was a touch of cynicism in his behavior, a sure sign of internal moral decay.

Sam hunched his shoulders, turned away and began to collect the dishes. His whole appearance spoke volumes about befallen his bitter disappointment. Most of all he resembled now Shattered Hope, the Untimely Death of Insulted Virtue and a dozen inconsolable gravestone statues.

I think of her eyes that people learned more than from printed pages font brochures that they impose.

A person's life - a dark car. It is ruled by the ominous horoscope, the sentence is handed down at birth and not subject to appeal. Ultimately it all comes down to zero.

You need advice? I'm afraid that I didn't have any. Today I've given you a bunch of tips.

Charles was about to reject the decanter of brandy, but decided against it. Picking up the glass, he came right to the point.
- I must consult you about a very delicate personal circumstances.
In the eyes of the doctors flashed a light. Other well-bred young men also came to him shortly before his marriage. Sometimes it was gonorrhea, less often syphilis on, sometimes it was just fear, but mostly ignorance. Just a year ago, a poor childless young husband had come to see Dr. Grogan, and had to explain that children do not conceive and do not give birth through the belly button.

... the only thing that remains the person in this position is to maintain dignity.

Besides, we all started with deception. And once embarked on this path, not so easy to get off.

Miss Woodruff, immorality has always been abhorrent to me. But I'm even more disgusted morality, which knows no mercy.

... not that six weeks, six days under the roof of Marlborough house is enough to make any normal human to bring to the madness. Between us, Smithson, I, an old heathen, would be glad-radionik if the citadel of piety burned to the ground and the mistress together with her. And I'll be damned if you don't dance a jig on the ashes.