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How then did it work out, this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it was liking one felt, or disliking?

When a man's neck's in danger, he doesn't stop to think too much about sentiment.

Whenever you feel like criticzing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven´t had the advantages that you've had.

Through the open window the voice of the beauty of the world came murmuring, too softly to hear exactly what it said — but what mattered if the meaning were plain?

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! said the head. [...] You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are?

His malice was aimed at himself; with shame and contempt he recollected his "cowardice.

The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person.

To understand is to forgive.

She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.

Clearly, he now had not to be anguished, not to suffer passively, by mere reasoning about unresolvable questions, but to do something without fail, at once, quickly.

The instant her voice broke off ceasing to compel my attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said.

It is in just such stupid things clever people are most easily caught. The more cunning a man is, the less he suspects that he will be caught in a simple thing. The more cunning a man is, the simpler the trap he must be caught in. Porfiry is not such a fool as you think....

There was something pathetic in his concentration, as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him anymore.

I wish we had horses to ride," Maria said. "In my happiness I would like to be on a good horse and ride fast with thee riding fast beside me and we would ride faster and faster, galloping, and never pass my happiness.

There are situations in life which bring the impartial observer to the conclusion that suicide is a luxury which is within the reach of, and permissible to, wealthy people.

I have been drunk just twice in my life, and the second time was that afternoon…

I had always wanted a watch. Unlike diamonds, watches were practical. They were for people on the run, people with appointments to keep and schedules to meet. That was the kind of person I wanted to be.

He wandered aimlessly. The sun was setting. A special form of misery had begun to oppress him of late. There was nothing poignant, nothing acute about it; but there was a feeling of permanence, of eternity about it; it brought a foretaste of hopeless years of this cold leaden misery, a foretaste of an eternity "on a square yard of space." Towards evening this sensation usually began to weigh on him more heavily.

He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American - that comes, I suppose, with the absence of lifting work in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games.

In wine is truth, and the truth had all come out, "that is, all the uncleanness of his coarse and envious heart"!