Mr. Webb: A man looks pretty small at a wedding, George. All those good women standing shoulder to shoulder making sure the knot's tied in a mighty public way.
Mrs. Soames: Don't know when I've seen such a lovely wedding. But I always cry. Don't know why it is, but I always cry. I just like to see young people happy, don't you? Oh, I think it's lovely.
Mrs. Soames: What did she die of, Julia?
Mrs. Gibbs: In childbirth.
Mrs. Soames: Childbirth. I'd forgotten all about that. My, wasn't life awful--and wonderful.
Emily: Oh, Mother Gibbs, I never realized before how troubled and how... how in the dark live persons are. Look at him. I loved him so. From morning till night, that's all they are--troubled.
Emily: Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?--every, every minute?
Stage Manager: No. Saints and poets, maybe--they do some.