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an incantation of hatred.

...by a young woman of inferior birth, of no importance in the world, and wholly unallied to the family!

I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use—silence, exile, and cunning.

great while ago the world began,      With hey-ho, the wind and the rain;   But that’s all one, our play is done,      And we’ll strive to please you every day.     Exit

This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before!

... a woman who was washing clothes in the river during the hottest time of the day ran screaming down the main street in an alarming state of commotion."It's coming," she finally explained. "Something frightful, like a kitchen dragging a village behind it.

Jak vás jen mohlo napadnout, že obluda je něco, co se dá ulovit a zabít.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

To speak of thesethings and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it,to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again,from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape andcolour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of the beautywe have come to understand--that is art.

Still so cruel?""Still so constant, lord.

Whatever road I take, the guiding star is within me; the guiding star and the loadstone which point the way. They point in but one direction. They point to me.

Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there WAS no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) '--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?

There is nothing in it of course. Just a feeling. But you can feel as if you're not hunting, but - being hunted, as if something's behind you all the time in the jungle.

el esfuerzo debe ser proporcional a lo que se pretende.

And it was the din of all these hollow-sounding voices that made him halt irresolutely in the pursuit of phantoms. He gave them ear only for a time but he was happy only when he was far from them, beyond their call, alone or in the company of phantasmal comrades.

For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrowed.

The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown:The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town.Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown:Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.

For the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.

...every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness.

The room seemed to have grown darker, as if all the sad light of the cloudy evening had taken refuge on her forehead.