Quotes from Leopold：
What has happened to the world? You have every convenience， every comfort yet no time for integrity.
The monarchy is dead， Uncle. We are relics. That is reality. The new Royals are men of accomplishment. Men like Roebling， with his bridge...Edison， with his lamp， Diesel， Bell， Westinghouse...Those men made themselves from nothing!
Generally， I understand everything. Since I've met you， nothing. I can only assume I'm in a nightmare brought on by agita， or else I am dead.
Yes，you mock me. But perhaps one day， when you've awoken from a pleasant slumber...to the scent of a warm brioche smothered in marmalade and fresh creamery butter...you'll understand that life is not solely comprised of tasks， but tastes.
Only a fraction of the Louvre is on the walls. The rest is in the basement. Well， that's where the real show begins. Unspoiled by dilettante. DaVinci， Michelangelo， David， Chardin.
Everything plays a farce to you. Women respond to sincerity. This requires pulling one's tongue from one's cheek. No one wants to be romanced by a buffoon.
The orange lily implies extreme hatred. The begonia and lavender danger and suspicion， respectively. Every flower has a meaning， Charles. Might I suggest the amaryllis...which declares the recipient a most splendid beauty. Or the cabbage rose.
Quotes from Others：
Time，it has been proposed is the fourth dimension. And yet， for mortal man，time has no dimension at all. We are like horses with blinders seeing only what lies before us. Forever guessing the future...and fabricating the past.
Born into privilege， yet perversely ashamed of it. That is your tragedy.
This is New York City. It's not such a safe place anymore.
You can't just quit because...When one finds oneself participating in an endeavor entirely without merit...Because sometimes you have to do things that you don't like. Sometimes you have to suck it up and finish what you started. It's part of life.
Dogs are color-blind， Gretchen. They don't see color. Just like we can't see time. We can feel it. Oh... we can feel it passing...but， uh， we can't see it; it's just a blur. It's like， uh...it's like we're riding in a， in a supersonic train...and the world is just blowing by. But imagine if we could stop that train， Gretchen. Hmm? Imagine if we could stop that train...get out...look around and see time for what it really is. A universe...a world a thing as unimaginable as...color to a dog. And as real... and tangible as that chair you're sitting in.