One Grows Out Of Pity When It's

There Is Only One Class Of Men, The Privileged Class

Although It Was The Middle Of Winter, I Finally Realized That, Within Me, Summer Was Inextinguishable.

No, Father, I've A Very Different Idea Of Love. And Until My Dying Day I Shall Refuse To Love A Scheme Of Things In Which Children Are Put To Torture.

What The World Requires Of The Christians Is That They Should Continue To Be Christians.

Stupidity Has A Knack Of Getting Its Way.