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Everybody on this island has one ambition, which may be summed up very simply. It is to do something, however small it may be, better than anyone else. Of course, it’s an ideal we don’t all achieve. But in this modern world the great thing is to have an ideal. Achieving it is considerably less important.

Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you didMy heart fly to your service, there residesto make me slave to it, and for your sakeAm I this patient log-man.

Do you know this part of the world well?

The brain is always thinking, but who is it who is thinking?

They listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine.

And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is there all the time. Her very soul is in her eyes and she would give worlds to be in the privacy of her own familiar chamber where, giving way to tears, she could have a good cry and relieve her pentup feelings. Though not too much because she knew how to cry nicely before the mirror. You are lovely, Gerty, it said.

It was a fantastic moment. In it, Anthony Marston seemed to be something more than mortal. Afterwards more than one of those present remembered that moment.

It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained...

The worm is not to be trusted...

Kingdoms are clay: our dungy earth alikeFeeds beast as man.

Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that cow will pursue you through all eternity.

O fairest of all creation, last and bestOf all God's works, creature in whom excelledWhatever can to sight or thought be formed,Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost,Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote?

And on their naked limbs the flowry roof/Show'r'd Rose, which the Morn repair'd.

In the afternoon when school was out and the last one had left with his little dirty snuffling nose, instead of going home I would go down the hill to the spring where I could be quiet and hate them.

I’m left with one consolation, small though it may be: my fountain pen was cremated, just as I would like to be some day.

It surged up out of the water and stood for an instant upright upon that surging and heaving desolation like Christ.

Because they were ready for us, and waiting. The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil.

Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.

...a mad man has all the advantages on his side.

What's dangerous in the hands of the multitudes, he said, with what may or may not have been irony, is safe enough for those whose motives are...Beyond reproach, I said.He nodded gravely. Impossible to tell whether or not he meant it.