Two men look out a window. One sees mud, the other sees the stars.
Never speak disrespectfully of Society, Algernon. Only people who can’t get into it do that.
And what sort of lives do these people, who pose as being moral, lead themselves? My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.
We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.
I expect I shall have to die beyond my means.
It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.