Is it possible to say what one really feels?

With friends, one is well; but at home, one is better.

I imagine, joking apart, that to know love, one must make mistakes and then correct them.

...the more he did nothing, the less time he had to do anything.

The more is given the less the people will work for themselves, and the less they work the more their poverty will increase.

Something magical has happened to me: like a dream when one feels frightened and creepy, and suddenly wakes up to the knowledge that no such terrors exist. I have wakened up.

Pretence about anything sometimes deceives the wisest and shrewdest man, but, however cunningly it is hidden, a child of the meanest capacity feels it and is repelled by it.