Family . . . the home of all social evil, a charitable institution for comfortable women, an anchorage for house-fathers, and a hell for children.
Necessity knows no rules.
Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.
Sometimes not seeing things can be a blessing.
I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.
The further from one another, the nearer one can be.