Give up everything to work in London slums, and you shall have my warmest admiration.

But you are not sincere.' 'I am sincere!' she broke in, with more passion than he had ever imagined her capable of uttering.
'I cannot call it sincerity.

It is impossible that you should be sincere; you live in the latter end of the nineteenth century; the conditions of your birth and education forbid sincerity of this kind.' 'I am sincere,' she repeated, but in a low voice, without looking at him.
'On the other hand,' lie proceeded, 'surrender yourself entirely to the life of society, and I will still respect you.

You are a beautiful woman; you might be inexpressibly charming.

Frankly recognise your capabilities, and cultivate your charm.