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Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness, serious vanity,Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

We didn't talk much. But we didn't need to.

I want you to feel what I felt. I want you to know why story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth.

Everything is nothing, with a twist.

Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!

I wanted to let the world know that no one had a perfect life, that even the people who seemed to have it all had their secrets.

But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.

In philosophy, or religion, or ethics, or politics, two and two might make five, but when one was designing a gun or an aeroplane they had to make four.

Power is given only to him who dares to stoop and take it ... one must have the courage to dare.

It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That's how the world is going to end.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

The mind of man is capable of anything.

All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.

O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?

Under loves heavy burden do I sink.--Romeo

He was waving. "Saukerl," she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.

To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect

...I therefore hate the corrupt, slaveholding, women-whipping, cradle-plundering, partial and hypocritical Christianity of the land... I look upon it as the climax of all misnomers, the boldest of all frauds, and the grossest of all libels. Never was there a clearer case of 'stealing the livery of the court of heaven to serve the devil in.' I am filled with unutterable loathing when I contemplate the religious pomp and show, together with the horrible inconsistencies, which every where surround me. We have men-stealers for ministers, women-whippers for missionaries, and cradle-plunderers for church members. The man who wields the blood-clotted cowskin during the week fills the pulpit on Sunday, and claims to be a minister of the meek and lowly Jesus. . . . The slave auctioneer’s bell and the church-going bell chime in with each other, and the bitter cries of the heart-broken slave are drowned in the religious shouts of his pious master. Revivals of religion and revivals in the slave-trade go hand in hand together. The slave prison and the church stand near each other. The clanking of fetters and the rattling of chains in the prison, and the pious psalm and solemn prayer in the church, may be heard at the same time. The dealers in the bodies of men erect their stand in the presence of the pulpit, and they mutually help each other. The dealer gives his blood-stained gold to support the pulpit, and the pulpit, in return, covers his infernal business with the garb of Christianity. Here we have religion and robbery the allies of each other—devils dressed in angels’ robes, and hell presenting the semblance of paradise.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!