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that is the secret of happiness and virtue—liking what you’ve got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their un-escapable social destiny.

I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty according to my bond; no more no less.

Kitty has no discretion in her coughs,” said her father; “she times them ill.

Perhaps,” said Miss Ophelia, “it is impossible for a person who does no good not to do harm.

The softness and fragility of baby animals caused us the same intense pain. She wanted to be a nurse in some famished Asiatic country; I wanted to be a famous spy.

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love

I’m not running away from my responsibilities. I’m running to them. There’s nothing negative about running away to save my life.

Will you tell me how long you have loved him?””It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when it began.

Cuando alguien ha perdido mi buena opinión, perdida la tiene para siempre.

She was in no humour for conversation with anyone but himself; and to him she had hardly courage to speak.

All this she must possess,” added Darcy, “and to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.

That struggle was too strong, hateful and long-lasting, which had come on the people,dire wrack and ruin – the greatest of night-evils.

Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of a broken heart, and then he will be sorry for what he has done.

Do you not want to know who has taken it?” cried his wife impatiently.

…Elizabeth, agitated and confused, rather knew that she was happy, than felt herself to be so…

Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn’t well connected.

He was looking for programs on which he might be allowed to appear. But it was too early in the evening for programs that allowed people with peculiar opinions to speak out. It was only a little after eight o’clock, so all the shows were about silliness or murder.

…he closed the venetian blinds and then the drapes, and he lay down on the outside of the coverlet. But sleep would not come. Tears came instead. They seeped. Billy turned on the Magic Fingers, and he was jiggled as he wept.

If I wrote something that hadn’t really happened, and I tried to sell it, I could go to jail. That’s fraud!

Get out of the road, you dumb motherfucker!