Nights at the Circus

"You mustn't believe what you write in the papers!" she assured him

Have you ever stared stark failure in the face, young man? The trick is, to outstare it!

"It's not the human 'soul' that must be forged on the anvil of history but the anvil itself must be changed in order to change humanity. Then we might see, if not 'perfection', then something a little better, or, not to raise too many false hopes, a little less bad."

nobility of spirit hand in hand with absence of analysis, that's what's always buggered up the working class

As soon as we turned our backs on the train, it ceased to exist; we were translated into another world, thrust into the hearts of limbo to which we had no map.

She knew that to look is to coerce

First, Olga Alexandrovna found the gilded figure of an old man with a scythe that had evidently snapped off a broken box of springs and small brass wheels. Vera Andreyevna tentatively identified the figure of that of Father Time.
"But, wherever we go, we'll need no more fathers," she pronounced. So they threw it away.

The white world around them looked newly made, a blank sheet of fresh paper on which they could inscribe whatever future they wished.

They had the authentically priceless glamour of objects intended only for pleasure, the impure allure of the absolutely functionless.

Since money it is that makes us rich or poor, why, then: abolish money! she sometimes said to Lizzie. For all that money is, is a symbolic means of facilitating exchanges that should, by rights, be freely made or not at all.