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…she endeavoured to forget what she could not overlook…

Orsino: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,Than women’s are. …For women are as roses, whose fair flow’rBeing once display’d doth fall that very hour.Viola: And so they are; alas, that they are so!To die, even when they to perfection grow!

To be free, a man must be free from his brothers. That is freedom. That and nothing else.

What do you know about this business?’ the King said to Alice. ‘Nothing,’ said Alice. ‘Nothing WHATEVER?’ persisted the King. ‘Nothing whatever,’ said Alice.

I wasn’t even able to tell myself that it was hard to think those things.

They had long ago found out that one could not be an owner unless one were cold.

There are just some kind of men who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.

We are nothing. Mankind is all. By the grace of our brothers are we allowed our lives. We exist through, by and for our brothers who are the State. Amen.

The word “We” is as lime poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost equally in the grey of it. It is the word by which the depraved steal the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages

The sun in the west was a drop of burning gold that slid nearer and nearer the sill of the world.

I dunno, Ralph. We just got to go on, that’s all. That’s what grown-ups would do.

Until I feared I would loose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

For what is essential is invisible to the eye

My Lord, Aunt Stephanie, you almost gave me a heart attack!

if I were the Moor I wouldn’t want to be Iago.

He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.

I think the sun where he were born drew all such humours from him.

Atticus sometimes said that one way to tell whether a witness was lying or telling the truth was to listen rather than watch.

She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.