The day is breaking someone else's heart.
Class is classlessness.
And, as I have said, it's made me think twice about the imagination. If the spirits aren't external, how astonishing the mediums become! Victor Hugo said of his voices that they were like his own mental powers multiplied by five.
In life, there are no perfect affections.
The simplest science book is over my head.
But those two plays left me on fresh terms with language. I didn't always have to speak in my own voice.