[The human race], in its poverty, has unquestionably one really effective weapon - laughter.

The silent colossal National Lie that is the support and confederate of all the tyrannies and shams and inequalities and unfairnesses that afflict the peoples …

...[H]eaven for climate, Hell for society.

[A] classic - something that everybody wants to have read and nobody wants to read.

I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood. Though I go bare, take ye no care, I nothin…

It's no use crying over spilt evils. It's better to mop them up laughing.

'Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents,' grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. 'It's so dreadful to be poor!' sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress. '…