Of all our faults$$$ the one that we excuse most easily is idleness.

Here is unfenced existence.

Whatever gets you through the night.

The problem play is a melodrama cleansed of invention.

Teaching is not the mere imparting of knowledge but the cultivation of an inquiring mind.

Change isn't easy. Changing the way you live means changing the way you think$$$ means changing what you believe about life. That's hard.

The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.

Reading can take you places you have never been before.

She is inhumanly alone. And then$$$ all at once$$$ she isn't.

His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.