There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.

“My dear fellow, the truth isn’t quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sw…”

“Demmed nuisance, relations! But they make one so demmed respectable.”

“Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with th…”

“No voy a dejar de hablarle sólo porque no me esté escuchando. Me gusta escuchar…”