Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.
Chance works for us when we are good captains.
Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.
Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting: So were it with me if forgetting could be willed. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring, Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.
Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.
Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.
The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.
It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him
Cultivated men and women who do not skim the cream of life, and are attached to the duties, yet escape the harsher blows, make acute and balanced observers.
Sunrays, leaning on our southern hills and lighting Wild cloud-mountains that drag the hills along, Oft ends the day of your shifting brilliant laughter Chill as a dull face frowning on a song. Ay, but shows the South-west a ripple-feathered bosom Blown to silver while the clouds are shaken and ascend Scaling the mid-heavens as they stream, there comes a sunset Rich, deep like love in beauty without end.
The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts.
In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within.
A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.
Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life! - In tragic hints here see what evermore Moves dark as yonder midnight ocean's force, Thundering like ramping hosts of warrior horse, To throw that faint thin fine upon the shore!
See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?
She poured a little social sewage into his ears.
Behold the life at ease; it drifts, The sharpened life commands its course.
We know the degree of refinement in people by the matter they laugh at and the ring of the laugh.
Heiresses are never jilted.
Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there is frequent mention of a lady then becoming famous for her beauty and her wit: "an unusual combination," in the deliberate syllables of one of the writers, who is, however, not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her.
The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
I've studied men from my topsy-turvy Close, and I reckon, rather true. Some are fine fellows: some, right scurvy; Most, a dash between the two.
And if I drink oblivion of a day, / So shorten I the stature of my soul.
George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.
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