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τέτλαθι δή, κραδίη: καὶ κύντερον ἄλλο ποτ᾽ ἔτλης.-Be patient, my heart: for you have endured things worse than this before.

They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made. . . .

The only way in which all men in America are equal, is in the courtroom – Atticus

Me gustaba pasear por la Quinta Avenida y elegir a alguna mujer romántica entre la multitud e imaginar que, en cinco minutos, yo entraría en su vida, y que nunca lo sabría nadie ni nadie lo desaprobaría.

No, Jem, io credo che la gente sia di un tipo solo: gente, e basta!”[…]”E’ quel che pensavo anch’io quando avevo la tua età” disse infine. “Ma se gli uomini fossero di un tipo solo, come ti spieghi che non vanno mai d’accordo tra loro? Se son tutti uguali perché passano la vita a disprezzarsi a vicenda?

Mental excess could produce, for its own purposes, the voluntary blindness and deafness of deliberate solitude, the artificial impotence of asceticism.

Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead. After that my own rule is to let everything alone.

One never gets anything worth having by post.

They said if he’d had two good arms he’d have made it, he was moving that fast. Seventeen bullet holes in him. They didn’t have to shoot him that much.

There was all the difference in the world between this planning airily away from the canvas and actually taking her brush and making the first mark.

I have found that, to make a contented slave, it is necessary to make a thoughtless one.

…it struck her, this was tragedy– not palls, dust, and the shroud; but children coerced, their spirits subdued.

El hecho de que hayamos perdido cien años antes de empezar no es motivo para que no intentemos vencer.

But who can remember pain, once its over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see.

Mayella Ewell must have been the loneliest person in the world. She was even lonelier than Boo Radley, who had not been out of the house in twenty-five years.

Los ruiseñores no hacen otra cosa que crear música para que la disfrutemos. No se comen los jardines de la gente, no hacen nidos en los graneros, no hacen otra cosa que cantar su corazón para nosotros. Es por eso que es un pecado matar a un ruiseñor.

Here, she felt, putting the spoon down, was the still space that lies about the heart of things, where one could move or rest…

She saw that he had singled her out from the three, as a woman is singled out in such cases, for no reasoned purpose of further acquaintance, but in commonplace obedience to conjunctive orders from headquarters, unconsciously received by unfortunate men when the last intention of their lives is to be occupied with the feminine.

Three blind mice, three blind mice,See how they run, see how they run,They all ran after the farmer’s wife,Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,Did you ever see such a thing in your life,As three blind mice?

He looked at the sky and saw the white cumulus built like friendly piles of ice cream and high above were the thin feathers of the cirrus against the high September sky.