They are no members of the common throng;
They are all noblemen, who have gone wrong.
— Ruth, The Pirates of Penzance
If I am occasionally a little overdressed, I make up for it by always being immensely overeducated.
— Algernon Moncrieff, The Importance of Being Earnest
Pooh-Bah: I am, in point of fact, a particularly haughty and exclusive person, of pre-Adamite ancestral descent. You will understand this when I tell you that I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering. But I struggle hard to overcome this defect. I mortify my pride continually. When all the great officers of state resigned in a body, because they were too proud to serve under an ex-tailor, did I not unhesitantly accept all their posts at once?
The heroine, we are told, "if she inherited her father's pride of birth and her mother's beauty of person, had in herself a tone of enthusiastic feeling that perhaps belongs to her age even in the lowly born, but which is refined into the high spirit of wild romance only in the far descended, who feel that it is their best inheritance."
Miluda Folles: Who do you think we are!? We're not animals! We're human, just like you! There's no difference other than our families! You ever been hungry? With only soup to eat for months? Why do we have to suffer? Because you nobles deprive us of our right to live!
Algus Sadalfas: Human? Hmph, ridiculous! From the minute you were born you had to obey us! From the second you were born you were our animals!
Miluda Folles: Says who!? That's nonsense! Who decided all this?!
Algus Sadalfas: It is the Will of Heaven!
Miluda Folles: Heaven? God would never say such things! In his eyes, all are equal! He'd never let this happen! Never!
Algus Sadalfas: Animals have no God!
I learn philosophy from thee.
I learn how just it is and wise
To use what providence supplies,
To leave fine titles, Lordships, Graces,
Rich pensions, dignities, and places
Those gifts of a superior kind
To those for whom they were designed.
—William Cowper, "The Bee And The Pine-Apple"