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Thought was a valuable thing, that got results.

How earnestly did she then wish that her former opinions had been more reasonable, more moderate!

Može se umreti i u sunčan dan.

I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part.

I felt a little lost between the blue and white of the sky and the monotony of the colors around me- the sticky black of the tar, the dull black of all the clothes, and the shiny black of the hearse.

Piggy was a bore; his fat, his ass-mar and his matter-of-fact ideas were dull,

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

The tall form of the young professor of mental science discussing on the landing a case of conscience with his class like a giraffe cropping high leafage among a herd of antelopes

Does not our lives consist of the four elements?""Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.

I am a man. This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before!

As if this great outburst of anger had purged all my ills, killed all my hopes, I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world-- and finding it so much like myself, in fact so fraternal, I realized that I’d been happy, and that I was still happy.

Ha de aprender mi filosofía. Del pasado no tiene usted que recordar más que lo placentero.

...her who whose beauty is not like earthly beauty, dangerous to look upon, but like the morning star which is its emblem, bright and musical.

Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man – As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.

The laws say that none among men may be alone, ever and at any time, for this is the great transgression and the root of all evil.

She had put on a white linen dress and let her hair down. I told her she was beautiful and she laughed with delight.

Casy gathered in his canvas sneakers and shoved his bare feet into them. "I ain't got your confidence," he said. "I'm always scared there's wire or glass under the dust. I don't know nothin' I hate so much as a cut toe.

Colored people don’t like Little Black Sambo. Burn it. White people don’t feel good about Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Burn it. Someone’s written a book on tobacco and cancer of the lungs? The cigarette people are weeping? Burn the book. Serenity, Montag. Peace, Montag. Take your fight outside. Better yet, into the incinerator. Funerals are unhappy and pagan? Eliminate them, too. Five minutes after a person is dead he’s on his way to the Big Flue, the Incinerators serviced by helicopters all over the country.

In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

—Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.