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Let Squalor be turned into Tragedy, whose eyes are the stars, and whose hands hold the sunset and the dawn.

a shamefaced world of precautions and barriers which may avert evil, but which do not seem to bring good...

A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows, and in this sense Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.

acknowledged that Maurice had once lifted him out of aestheticism into the sun and wind of love.

and beneath his chivalry to Miss Quested resentment lurked, waiting its day - perhaps there is a grain of resentment in all chivalry.

Lucy does not stand for the medieval lady, who was rather an ideal to which she was bidden to lift her eyes when feeling serious.

his whole life was coloured by a contempt of the intellect. That he had a tolerable intellect of his own was not the point: it is in what we value, not in what we have, that the test of us resides.

Look at those flies on the ceiling. Why have you not drowned them?" "Huzoor, they return." "Like all evil things.

For a month we had been, I suppose, the thickest thieves in all London, and yet our intimacy was curiously incomplete.

Is it conceivable that a man like Raffles, with his knowledge of the world, and his experience of women (a side of his character upon which I have purposely never touched, for it deserves another volume);

He has been sitting here looking at me more in sorrow than in anger for the better part of an hour, and I've made up my mind to one thing. I shall have no more secrets from the police.

Pretending to have fun on such a massive scale is just a manifestation of our lost capacity to experience joy.

It was Smith who claimed he had received revelations about this premortal state from god-men who allegedly put us here and live on a distant planet near a giant star called Kolob.

We ask for forgiveness. And we forgive others who ask us. In that way we can experience healing, healing in our souls.

Who is this guy?" "One of the founders of Wegetit," murmured Jeffrey. "Got his start in something called Structured Dialogic Design.

David Goodis didn't write novels, he wrote suicide notes.

humor somehow comes through thanks to a gifted translator. Gianrico

Precious little. Most of the strife I foresee will be on the Sword Coast and its backlands.

Buddhism is more about an ethic and philosophy than an actual religion.

None of us can boast about the morality of our ancestors. The records do not show that Adam and Eve were married.

When the platoon got going, he'd act as the armorer. He offered us a choice of weapons. A Winchester Model 70, 30-06 was the basic weapon of choice.

We must vote for hope, vote for life, vote for a brighter future for all of our loved ones.

had taken her for his bride. She had good legs, very white, and a good body, and her name was May.

Long before any genius producer began singing the blues on an imaginary hill in an unnamed city where a mix of a dozen or so cops came and went in what was known to script writers as "the usual squadroom boil," Cop Hater set the tone and the pattern for a police series in which—so far as I was concerned—there were no restrictions on content or style.