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Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

I smiled,—for what had I to fear?

He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human and the ambushing fears of the deep night were coming on.Ralph moaned faintly. Tired though he was, he could not relax and fall into a well of sleep for fear of the tribe. Lying there in the darkness, he knew he was an outcast. "'Cos I had some sense.

so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again...

I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughterand the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.

These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our day.

Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.

But before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself.

The bad stuff never stops happening: it lives in its own dimension, repaying itself over and over.

¿Quién necesita flores cuando ya se ha muerto? Nadie.

If you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.

I soon forgot storm in music.

What tale do you like best to hear?' 'Oh, I have not much choice! They generally run on the same theme - courtship; and promise to end in the same catastrophe - marriage.

I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,--a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia,And therefore I forbid my tears.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,Himself the primrose path of dalliance treadsAnd recks not his own read.

I believe in God, God. God, I believe in God.