Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find an expression for joy, and you will intensify its ecstasy.
A sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn't know the market price of any single thing.
Charity, dear Miss Prism, charity! None of us are perfect. I myself am peculiarly susceptible to draughts.
Never buy a thing you don't want merely because it is dear.
Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.