“My personality is a luxury that's costing me too dearly.”
“But are you sure you are not in the position of those conquerors whose triumphs have cost them too dear?”
“Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.”
“It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.”
“My dear fellow, who will let you?""That's not the point. The point is, who will stop me?”
“Instead, we linger over a luxury that costs nothing: Imagining what may be.”