“When it aims to express a love of the world it refuses to conceal the many reaso…” — Mark Van Doren

The genius of the Marx Brothers is for parody. They never are themselves. They exist too abundantly to be content with being that - they must go on, by the rapidest of transitions, to being something else. Groucho, in my opinion the bright star among the three, is never anything but the thing he is at the moment pretending to be.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

Wit is the only wall between us and the dark.

The art of teaching is the art of assisting discovery.