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Go off, I discard you. Let

And yet they are coming from me. I want to take a fresh look at things and form my own opinion, not just ape my parents, as in the proverb ‘The apple never falls far from the tree.

As if one believed anything by instinct! One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them. Finding bad reasons for what one believes for other bad reasons -- that's philosophy. People believe in God because they've been conditioned to believe in God.

To the wingless a more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.

acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

business he could have in town so soon

your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

What is essential is invisible to the eye.

There be some sports are painful, and their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This

I try to conjure, to raise my own spirits, from wherever they are. I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone, their features curl and bend as if the paper's burning, blackness eats them. A glimpse, a pale shimmer on the air; a glow, aurora, dance of electrons, then a face again, faces. But they fade, though I stretch out my arms toward them, they slip away from me, ghosts at daybreak. Back to wherever they are. Stay with me, I want to say. But they won't.It's my fault. I am forgetting to much.

When good people take you in and treat you good, you ought to try to be good back.

What fun it would be' he thought, 'if one didn't have to think of happiness!

like an angry diamond,

You have my word. And I’ll see you. We’re not done seeing each

such

They were not welcomed home very cordially by their mother.

(aside) Oh, you are well tuned now,But I’ll set down the pegs that make this music,As honest as I am.

Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee. I was the man in the moon when time was,--Stephano(Act II, scene 2, lines 136-137)

the way love feels is always only approximate. Partway

Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will,