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God becomes man becomes fish becomes barnacle goose becomes featherbed mountain.

The creation of genius always seem like miracles, because they are, for the most part, crated far out of the reach of observation.

There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired. - F Scott Fitzgerald,

The lights of the town and of the harbour and of the boats seemed like a phantom net floating there to mark something that had sunk.

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird. That

Strauss shook his head. "The point I've been trying to make is that this money is intended for research. No one can ever know in advance if a project is going to result in something useful. Results are often negative. We learn what something is not—and that is as important as a positive discovery to the man who is going to pick up from there. At least he knows what not to do.

men, we know least, and talk most. Homer, Socrates, and Shakespere have, perhaps, contributed

My own face had now assumed a deep tropical burn.

that Tom had a good chance of going free, or at least of having a new trial.

People in their right minds never take pride in their talents,’ said Miss Maudie.

And other times there would be tenderness and holding-close liek a warm bath, and hands stroking my hair and brow, and the words carved about the cathedral of my childhood: 'He's like all the other children. He's a good boy.

Kyrie ! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to profess Greek, the language of the mind.

In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence.

It is hateful to me to tell a story over again, when it has been well told.

He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him and filled the little room.

She had made him think he could do anything. Nobody else took him seriously. But she made him believe that he could do whatever he wanted.

They’ll read and sing a sacred song,And make a prayer both loud and long,And teach the right and do the wrong,Hailing htthe brother, sister, throng,With words of heavenly union.

about the hell white people give colored folks, without even stopping to think that they’re people, too.

There is no question about it now. I'm in love.

Quando surgiu a que cedo desponta, Aurora de róseos dedos