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  • Is the prison that Mr. Scoundrel lives in at the end of his career a more uncomfortable place than the workhouse that Mr. Honesty lives in at the end of his career?

  • The horrid mystery hanging over us in this house gets into my head like liquor, and makes me wild.

  • The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared.

  • I am not against hasty marriages where a mutual flame is fanned by an adequate income.

  • Yes! the books - the generous friends who met me without suspicion - the merciful masters who never used me ill! The only years of my life that I can look back on with something like pride... Early and late, through the long winter nights and the quiet summer days, I drank at the fountain of knowledge, and never wearied of the draught.

  • Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind.

  • The law will argue any thing, with any body who will pay the law for the use of its brains and its time.

  • Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise."

  • You hear more than enough of married people living together miserably. Here is an example to the contrary. Let it be a warning to some of you, and an encouragement to others. In the meantime, I will go on with my story.

  • Men, being accustomed to act on reflection themselves, are a great deal too apt to believe that women act on reflection, too. Women do nothing of the sort. They act on impulse; and, in nine cases out of ten, they are heartily sorry for it afterward.

  • Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise.

  • It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

  • Through all the ways of our unintelligible world, the trivial and the terrible walk hand in hand together.

  • My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

  • The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.

  • But, ah me! where is the faultless human creature who can persevere in a good resolution, without sometimes failing and falling back?

  • Habits of literary composition are perfectly familiar to me. One of the rarest of all the intellectual accomplishments that a man can possess is the grand faculty of arranging his ideas. Immense privilege! I possess it. Do you?

  • Darker and darker, he said; farther and farther yet. Death takes the good, the beautiful, and the young - and spares me. The Pestilence that wastes, the Arrow that strikes, the Sea that drowns, the Grave the closes over Love and Hope, are steps of my journey, and take me nearer and nearer to the End.

  • The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.

  • I never paid you a compliment, Rachel, in my life. Successful love may sometimes use the language of flattery, I admit. But hopeless love, dearest, always speaks the truth.

  • The dull people decided years and years ago, as everyone knows, that novel-writing was the lowest species of literary exertion, and that novel reading was a dangerous luxury and an utter waste of time.

  • Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.

  • I say what other people only think, and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept the mask for the true face, mine is the rash hand that tears off the plump pasteboard, and shows the bare bones beneath.

  • What lurking temptations to forbidden tenderness find their finding-places in a woman's dressing-gown, when she is alone in her room at night!

  • I have always maintained that the one important phenomenon presented by modern society is - the enormous prosperity of Fools.

  • ...it will always remain my private persuasion that Nature was absorbed in making cabbages when Mrs. Vesey was born, and that the good lady suffered the consequences of a vegetable preoccupation in the mind of the Mother of us all.

  • And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.

  • Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.

  • But I am a just man, even to my enemy - and I will acknowledge, beforehand, that they are cleverer brains than I thought them

  • Except in this ignorant and material century, men have always worn precious stuffs and beautiful colours as well as women.

  • Husbands and wives talk of the cares of matrimony, and bachelors and spinsters bear them.

  • I am (thank God) constitutionally superior to reason.

  • I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!

  • I am a citizen of the world, and I have met, in my time, with so many different sorts of virtue, that I am puzzled, in my old age, to say which is the right sort and which is the wrong.

  • I am thinking,' he remarked quietly, 'whether I shall add to the disorder in this room, by scattering your brains about the fireplace.

  • I have always held the old-fashioned opinion that the primary object of work of fiction should be to tell a story.

  • I have heard, as everybody else has, of a spirit's haunting a house ; but I have had my own personal experience of a house's haunting a spirit.

  • I have noticed that the Christianity of a certain class of respectable people begins when they open their prayer-books at eleven o'clock on Sunday morning, and ends when they shut them up again at one o'clock on Sunday afternoon. Nothing so astonishes and insults Christians of this sort as reminding them of their Christianity on a week-day.

  • I haven't much time to be fond of anything . . . But when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times . . . the roses get it.

  • I haven't much time to be fond of anything ... but when I have a moment's fondness to bestow, most times ... the roses get it. I began my life among them in my father's nursery garden, and I shall end my life among them, if I can. Yes. One of these days (please God) I shall retire from catching thieves, and try my hand at growing roses.

  • I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading, and left my chambers to meet the cool night air in the suburbs.

  • I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make them machines for the production of incessant noise.

  • I say what other people only think, and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept the mask for the true face, mine is the rash hand that tears off the plump pasteboard and shows the bare bones beneath.

  • I used to attend scientific experiments when I was a girl at school. They invariably ended in an explosion. If Mr. Jennings will be so very kind, I should like to be warned of the explosion this time. With a view to getting it over, if possible, before I go to bed.

  • If I ever meet with the man who fulfills my ideal, I shall make it a condition of the marriage settlement, that I am to have chocolate under the pillow.

  • Is there any wilderness of sand in the deserts of Arabia, is there any prospect of desolation among the ruins of Palestine, which can rival the repelling effect on the eye, and the depressing influence on the mind, of an English country town in the first stage of its existence, and in the transition state of its prosperity?

  • It is one of my rules in life, never to notice what I don't understand.

  • It is the nature of truth to struggle to the light.

  • Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own.

  • Men little know when they say hard things to us how well we remember them, and how much harm they do us.

  • Men ruin themselves headlong for unworthy women.

  • My business in life is to eat, drink, sleep, and die. Everything else is superfluity and I will have none of it.

  • No sensible man ever engages, unprepared, in a fencing match of words with a woman.

  • Not the shadow of a doubt crossed my mind of the purpose for which the Count had left the theatre. His escape from us, that evening, was beyond all question the preliminary only to his escape from London. The mark of the Brotherhood was on his arm-I felt as certain of it as if he had shown me the brand; and the betrayal of the Brotherhood was on his conscience-I had seen it in his recognition of Pesca.

  • Pedants, who have the least knowledge to be proud of, are impelled most by vanity.

  • She looked so irresistibly beautiful as she said those brave words that no man alive could have steel his heart against her.

  • Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs Vesey sat through life.

  • Tears are scientifically described as a Secretion. I can understand that a secretion may be healthy or unhealthy, but I cannot see the interest of a secretion from a sentimental point of view.

  • The best men are not consistent in good-- why should the worst men be consistent in evil.

  • The books - the generous friends who met me without suspicion - the merciful masters who never used me ill!

  • The fool's crime is the crime that is found out and the wise man's crime is the crime that is not found out.

  • The future of English fiction may rest with this Unknown Public - a reading public of three millions which lies right out of the pale of true literary civilization - which is now waiting to be taught the difference between a good book and a bad.

  • The woman who first gives life, light, and form to our shadowy conceptions of beauty, fills a void in our spiritual nature that has remained unknown to us till she appeared. Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise. The mystery which underlies the beauty of women is never raised above the reach of all expression until it has claimed kindred with the deeper mystery in our own souls.

  • There are three things that none of the young men of the present generation can do.They can't sit over their wine;they can't play at wist;and they can't pay a lady a compliment.

  • This is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.

  • We had our breakfasts--whatever happens in a house, robbery or murder, it doesn't matter, you must have your breakfast.

  • We neither know nor judge ourselves; others may judge, but cannot know us. God alone judges and knows us.

  • Well may your heart believe the truths Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.

  • Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Books tell us that such unearthly creatures have existed - but what does our own experiences say in answer to books?

  • Women can resist a man's love, a man's fame, a man's personal appearance, and a man's money, but they cannot resist a man's tongue when he knows how to talk to them.

  • Your tears come easy, when you're young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you're old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.

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