More from The Admirable Crichton, act 1.
- God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
- It is not real work unless you would rather be doing something else.
- I write plays for people who wouldn’t be seen dead in the theatre.
- Never ascribe to an opponent motives meaner than your own.
- One’s religion is whatever he is most interested in, and yours is Success.
- To die will be an awfully big adventure.
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