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All right, but I don't think I should have to beg for something that will be beneficial to all of us. It doesn't show much love

I stared up at the sky with zero curiosity about the Kingdom of Heaven because the physical world was plenty.

No experience can ever be repeated, and in this fact we find all the tragedy of life and at the same time its glory—its irrepressible movement.

Ferdinand died in 1564 the great majority of the German people had become Protestants.

The spirits can only travel in straight lines," said the scholar.

People like me are blamed for curiosity; having lost part of our lives, we are apt to fill the gap from the lives of others. In this I am like the rest, and make no pretences.

I should think more crimes have probably been committed by chaps with inferiority complexes trying to demonstrate their virility, than even for money.

That there are fashions in admiration and denigration is inevitable; they should not however be followed at the expense of truth.

the classic put-down to a chatty barber: "How do you like your hair cut, sir?" "In silence.

The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.

To think of playing cricket for hard cash! Money and gentility would ruin any pastime under the sun.

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I recalled how in my illness I had witnessed three maidens glowing with divinity. Adelheid appeared in the guise of Sapientia, Divine Wisdom, while Guda shone in majesty as Ecclesia, the true and inner Church. Then, from between them, emerged the most splendid figure, glowing in innocence and joy—the black-haired girl, whom I knew now to be Richardis, blazing in my vision before she was even conceived in her mother's womb. My name is Caritas, Divine Love.

The whole series of my life appeared to me as a dream; I sometimes doubted if indeed it were all true, for it never presented itself to my mind with the force of reality.

Man," I cried, "how ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.

the story, the part that was above water, without the writer voicing it. Writing was a craft, and it had rules, which, if they had to be reduced to a single concept, dictated that the writer be genuine.

Twenty years ago, I was living in a lovely cottage on the edge of Dartmoor but I couldn't afford to run a car.

Achaius and hope she could make him happy enough to refuse to go feuding.

No entertainment is so cheap as reading, nor any pleasure so lasting. She will not want new fashions nor regret the loss of expensive diversions or variety of company if she can be amused with an author in her closet.

Forgive me for being chipper, but despair is desperately dull.

The end of reading development doesn't exist; the unending story of reading moves ever forward, leaving the eye, the tongue, the word, the author for a new place from which the "truth breaks forth, fresh and green," changing the brain and the reader every time.

Weed, are you familiar with the work of Carl Linnaeus? His Systema Naturae describes a classification system for all growing things." Weed's eyes dart everywhere, probing every corner. "Unless he visited the madhouse, I never met him," he replies.

Then you should be as willing. I know how poison fascinates you. Surely dying from it will fascinate you, too." Leaning closer, I hiss, "It is a pity you cannot take notes.