“Mrs. Cavendish: I am charming to my friends one day, and forget all about them the next.”

“We can do this as many times as you want, Mrs. Cavendish.”

“If I am attempting to describe him, it is in order not to forget him. It is sad to forget a friend. Not every one has had a friend.”

“Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can't say it aloud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day”

“We musn't forget old people with their rotten bodies, old people who are so close to death, something that young people don't want to think about. We musn't forget that our bodies decline, friends die, everyone forgets about us, and the end is solitude. Nor must we forget that these old people were young once, that a lifespan is pathetically short, that one day you're twenty and the next day you're eighty.”

“You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.”