Oh, child, men's men: gentle or simple, they're much of a muchness.
All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th ' other.
... as usual I am suffering much from doubt as to the worth of what I am doing and fear lest I may not be able to complete it so as to make it a contribution to literature and not a mere addition to the heap of books.
The last refuge of intolerance is in not tolerating the intolerant.
Steady work turns genius to a loom.
Where women love each other, men learn to smother their mutual dislike.