The question must be asked: have we been the beneficiaries or the victims of our education?

The cracks in old friendships are measured in awkward pauses.

I was there to see beautiful naked women. So was everybody else. It's a common failing.

Every failure was a stepping stone towards a greater success.

Men did not like women to weep. It reminded them of their own failings.

What was it like to be so confident even in your failings that you weren't the least bit bothered when other people pointed them out? I was almost envious.

we must love those with whom we live and work, and love them for all their failings, manifest and manifold though they be.