to teach without zest is a crime.

Once she knows how to read there's only one thing you can teach her to believe in and that is herself.

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.

There'll be oceans of talk and emotions without end.

The Lighthouse was then a silvery, misty-looking tower with a yellow eye, that opened suddenly, and softly in the evening. Now— James looked at the Lighthouse. He could see the white-washed rocks; the tower, stark and straight; he could see that it was barred with black and white; he could see windows in it; he could even see washing spread on the rocks to dry. So that was the Lighthouse, was it? No, the other was also the Lighthouse. For nothing was simply one thing. The other Lighthouse was true too.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether, if I knew what I meant.