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Mental excess could produce, for its own purposes, the voluntary blindness and deafness of deliberate solitude, the artificial impotence of asceticism.

Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead. After that my own rule is to let everything alone.

One never gets anything worth having by post.

They said if he’d had two good arms he’d have made it, he was moving that fast. Seventeen bullet holes in him. They didn’t have to shoot him that much.

There was all the difference in the world between this planning airily away from the canvas and actually taking her brush and making the first mark.

I have found that, to make a contented slave, it is necessary to make a thoughtless one.

...it struck her, this was tragedy-- not palls, dust, and the shroud; but children coerced, their spirits subdued.

El hecho de que hayamos perdido cien años antes de empezar no es motivo para que no intentemos vencer.

But who can remember pain, once its over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see.

Mayella Ewell must have been the loneliest person in the world. She was even lonelier than Boo Radley, who had not been out of the house in twenty-five years.

Los ruiseñores no hacen otra cosa que crear música para que la disfrutemos. No se comen los jardines de la gente, no hacen nidos en los graneros, no hacen otra cosa que cantar su corazón para nosotros. Es por eso que es un pecado matar a un ruiseñor.

Here, she felt, putting the spoon down, was the still space that lies about the heart of things, where one could move or rest...

She saw that he had singled her out from the three, as a woman is singled out in such cases, for no reasoned purpose of further acquaintance, but in commonplace obedience to conjunctive orders from headquarters, unconsciously received by unfortunate men when the last intention of their lives is to be occupied with the feminine.

Three blind mice, three blind mice,See how they run, see how they run,They all ran after the farmer's wife,Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,Did you ever see such a thing in your life,As three blind mice?

He looked at the sky and saw the white cumulus built like friendly piles of ice cream and high above were the thin feathers of the cirrus against the high September sky.

Can't repeat the past? Why of course you can!

They would hit a man in the water, if they were hungry, even if the man had no smell of fish blood nor of fish slime on him.Ay, the old man said. Galanos. Come on galanos.

but the sword   Of MICHAEL from the Armorie of God   Was giv'n him temperd so, that neither keen   Nor solid might resist that edge: it met   The sword of SATAN with steep force to smite   Descending, and in half cut sheere, nor staid,   But with swift wheele reverse, deep entring shar'd   All his right side; then SATAN first knew pain,

He supposed he was not a sufficiently dignified person for suicide.Peaceful death abhorred him as a subject and would not take him.

You did not do so badly for something worthless,' he said to his left hand. 'But there was a moment where I could not find you.