See everything; turn a blind eye to much; correct a little.

This is the struggle of every person: be free or be a slave.

Is it surprising that prisons resemble factories$$$ schools$$$ barracks$$$ hospitals—which all resemble prisons?

I'm afraid that in nine cases out of ten$$$ Nature pulls one way and human nature another.

And now we shan't be parted no more$$$ and that's finished.

My father says that there is only one perfect view: the view of the sky straight over our heads$$$ and that all these views on earth are but bungled copies of it.

We are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable$$$ and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet.

Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.

There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more.

I detest common heroes and moderate feelings$$$ the sort that exist in real life.