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Listen," he said. "If you was a fish, Mother Nature'd take care of you, wouldn't she? Right? You don't think them fish just die when it gets to be winter, do ya?"No, but--"You're goddam right they don't

That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.

If he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity.

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again.

And you are never to stir out of doors till you can prove that you have spent ten minutes of every day in a rational manner.

I am all astonishment.

Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?"Darcy: "Not if I can help it!"Sir William: "What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy! There is nothing like dancing, after all. I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies."Mr. Darcy: "Certainly, sir; and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world; every savage can dance.

Money is the best recipe for happiness.

There is nothing to talk about" she said. "I'm just a freak that's all.

I have no wish to take life, not even human life

Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

She's got some sort of notion in her head concerning the eternal rights of women.

That is the most difficult thing of all. It is much more difficult to judge oneself than to judge others. If you succeed judging yourself rightly, then you are indeed a man of true wisdom.

What intelligent things you say sometimes ! One would think you had studied.

A father may have a child who is ugly and lacking in all the graces, and the love he feels for him puts a blindfold over his eyes so that he does not see his defects but considers them signs of charm and intelligence and recounts them to his friends as if they were clever and witty.

You, you insolent brazen bitch—you really dare to shake that monstrous spear in Father’s face?

the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

She was incurably dishonest.

As he mused about these things, he realized that he had to choose between thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief and as an adventurer in quest of his treasure.