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I am settled, and bend up each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

But tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray's in deepest consequence.

Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.

Then—as he was talking—a set of tail-lights going past lit up McMurphy's face, and the windshield reflected an expression that was allowed only because he figured it'd be too dark for anybody in the car to see, dreadfully tired and strained and frantic, like there wasn't enough time left for something he had to do...

You get your visions through whatever gate you're granted.

It's the truth, even if it didn't happen......if they don't exist, how can a man see them?

Tell 'em to God. Don' go burdenin' other people with your sins. That ain't decent.

You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.

The break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath.

What a Life: Give some of us pills to stop a fit, give the rest shock to start one.

The land is so much more than its analysis.

Estragon: Suppose we repented.Vladimir: Repented what?Estragon: Oh...(He reflects.) We wouldn’t have to go into the details.Vladimir: Our being born?

An' they chased him 'n' never could catch him 'cause they didn't know what he looked like, an' Atticus, when they finally saw him, why he hadn't done any of those thing... Atticus, he was real nice..""Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.

His eyes were dimmed with tears, and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

What light through yonder window breaks?

I understand that centuries of chains and lashes will not kill the spirit of man nor the sense of truth within him.~Equality 7-2521 (as Prometheus), pg 98

but their eyes were as cold blue glass buttons.

The stars are beautiful, because of a flower that cannot be seen.

It's because I chatter that I do nothing. Or perhaps it is that I chatter because I do nothing.