Every taste I ever had in life seems to have become besmirched.
I'm all the time full of the craving to do horrible things, but all the same I can't bear to be touched.

That's the torment of it.

I wonder if you can understand ?" "I think I can," he answered.

"Your trouble lies in having the wrong friends and in lack of self-discipline.

If you were my sister, I'd take you away for a fortnight and put you on the road to being cured." "Then I wish I were your sister," she sighed.
"Don't think I'm unsympathetic," he went on, "because I'm not.