when knowledge comes in at the door, fear and superstition fly out of the window.

It's money that brings trouble. It always has and it always will.

There is something shameful about the death of a play. It does not die with pity, but contempt.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.

having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.

Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.

my family, although it keeps its hair, turns gray early - a business asset but a social handicap.