It is in our faults and failings not in our virtues that we touch each other and find sympathy. It is in our follies that we are one.
I like work it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.
I have the greatest sympathy with the growth of the socialist party. I think...
Daddy loves you but he smacks you and he can shout at you and smash things but Daddy still loves you. So when you get into a relationship with someone who does all of that why would it be unusual?
