It had the old double keyboard, an entirely different set of keys for capitals and figures, so that the paper seemed a long way off, and the machine was as big and solid as a battle cruiser. Typing was then a muscular activity. You could ache after it. If you were not familiar with those vast keyboards, your hand wandered over them like a child lost in a wood. The noise might have been that of a shipyard on the Clyde. You would no more have thought of carrying one of those grim structures as you would have thought of travelling with a piano.

To love to teach is one thing, to love those you teach is another.

To put failure behind you, face up to it.

In a world shaped and colored more and more by politicians, the nations meet politically, and hardly any other way to settle their differences.

We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.

I fancy that the Hell of Too Many People would occupy a respectable place in the hierarchy of infernal regions.

Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.