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O, because I have had only that kind of benevolence which consists in lying on a sofa, and cursing the church and clergy for not being martyrs and confessors. One can see, you know, very easily, how others ought to be martyrs. -Augustine St. Clare

Whence, I often asked myself, did the principle of life proceed?

Meanwhile, the swordbegan to wilt into gory icicles, to slather and thaw. It was a wonderful thing, the way it all melted as ice melts when the Father eases the fetters off the frostand unravels the water-ropes. He who wields powerover time and tide: He is the true Lord.

How hard it is in some cases to be believed!”And how impossible in others!

Whether Maycomb knows it or not, we’re paying the highest tribute we can pay a man. We trust him to do right. It’s that simple.”Who?’ Aunt Alexandra never knew she was echoing her twelve-year-old nephew.’The handful of people in this town who that that fair play is not marked White Only; the handful of people who say a fair trial is for everybody, not just us; the handful of people with enough humility to think, when they look at a Negro, there but for the Lord’s kindness am I.

Many a man has a treasure in his hoard that he knows not the worth of. (Sellic Spell)

Trout’s leading robot looked like a human being, and could talk and dance and so on, and go out with girls. And nobody held it against him that he dropped jellied gasoline on people. But they found his halitosis unforgivable. But then he cleared that up, and he was welcomed to the human race.

Billy is spastic in time, has no control over where he is going next, and the trips aren’t necessarily fun. He is in a constant state of stage fright, he says, because he never knows what part of his life he is going to have to act in next.

It would sound like a dream, said Billy. Other people’s dreams aren’t very interesting usually.

Because it is a customary cross, As die to love as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy’s followers.

Nay! Faith, let me not play a woman! I have a beard coming!

o, never shall sun that morrow see

Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.

I ‘gin to be aweary of the sun,And wish th’ estate o’ th’ world were now undone.

So bitter is it, death is little more;

Be as thou wast wont to be.

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold.

Indeed, there is something in this valley, some spirit and some life, and much to talk about in the huts. Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.

Salvation must grow out of understanding, total understanding can follow only from total experience, and experience must be won by the laborious discipline of shaping one’s absolute attention.

Arcadio found the formality of death rediculous. Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.