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I had an irresistible desire to make a last effort to awaken your memory.

no one would have pity on the foolish slave of his own pity.

FRANZ ANTON MESMER (1733-1815) ~ You must know that the will is a powerful adjuvant in medicine. PARACELSUS

Is it really the same path as yesterday, or does a broadened soul have a more joyful view of things than a cramped one?

Ha empezado la última misa, más bien el funeral del Imperio romano de Oriente, pues, por última vez, se celebran

He saw "the nationalism as of horned cattle", of brute beasts whose highest conception was selfishness based upon a narrow interpretation of history

Je ne sais pas ce qu'on fait là, à moins d'une heure du déjeuner. Manger un beignet maintenant va me couper l'appétit. – Tu veux rire ! répliqua Prudence dans un éclat de rire bref. Tu n'as même pas d'appétit à couper.

Prayer is the weary soul of Herod's dancer, Dancing before blind kings without applause.

He stood at the table facing Flora and blowing heavily on his tea and staring at her. Flora did not mind. It was quite interesting: like having tea with a rhinoceros.

On the whole, Cold Comfort was not without its promise of mystery and excitement.

Send clean socks. Love to all except Micah.

It was the loveliest hour of the English year: seven o'clock on Midsummer Night.

Her voice had a breathless, broken quality that suggested the fluty sexless timbre of a choir-boy's notes (only choir-boys are seldom sexless, as many a harassed vicaress knows to her cost).

An interesting survival of mediaeval superstition," commented Flora.

I see but one rule: to be clear. If I am not clear, all my world crumbles to nothing.

It is the nobility of their style which will make our writers of 1840 unreadable forty years from now.

All of us are in desperate need of the restoration of our wholeness through union with our inmost self.

How sweet is success when the conditions leading it seem to bode ill," Stewart thought. "Such, in all modesty, is the reward of virtue." *

Such, in all modesty, is the reward of virtue.

Adolf Hitler coveted the Lipizzaner for its white coat and for its perceived racial purity.

I'm an acquired taste, he assured her, displaying one dimple, but addictive.

I was an intelligence agent for the British government. Agent double-oh-seven? she asked lightly. No, he said in a grave tone, then leaned forward and whispered, Agent sixty-nine.

I'm not a gentleman, I'm a nobleman, a distinction I suspect you understand very well.

I am definitely insulted that you don't remember me. I gave you some of my best stuff - Ian Fitzgerald