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It's difficult to speak with beautiful people. No matter how hard you try to pretend otherwise, you still want them to like you.

Coy? Moi?

I am not struck so much by the diversity of testimony as by the many-sidedness of truth.

Cold? You don't know cold! Why, when I were a lad we'd be thankful for this kind of cold! I'd go to sleep every night thankfully that I had a blanket of snow keeping me warm at night!

If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.

A very coy Henry doesn't quite know what to make of the steaming hot springs...

Only one man ever understood me, and he didn't understand me.

Saint-Simon? de Maistre on stilts (and amyl)!