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Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day's wine to La Guillotine.
May I tell you why it seems to me a good thing for us to remember wrong that has been done us? That we may forgive it.
She better liked to see him free and happy, even than to have him near her, because she loved him better than herself.
Friendless I can never be, for all mankind are my kindred, and I am on ill terms with no one member of my great family.
Every failure teaches a man something, if he will learn; and you are too sensible a man not to learn from this failure.
For though we are perpetually bragging of it as our safety, it is nothing but a poor fringe on the mantle of the upper.
No varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.
Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.
Don't be afraid! We won't make an author of you, while there's an honest trade to be learnt, or brick-making to turn to.
Affery, like greater people, had always been right in her facts, and always wrong in the theories she deduced from them.
And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.
For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.
Possibly we might even improve the world a little, if we got up early in the morning, and took off our coats to the work.
I believe the spreading of Catholicism to be the most horrible means of political and social degradation left in the world.
We know, Mr. Weller - we, who are men of the world - that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.
She's the sort of woman now,' said Mould, . . . 'one would almost feel disposed to bury for nothing: and do it neatly, too!
'Do you spell it with a 'V' or a 'W'?' inquired the judge. 'That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord'.
"Then what can you want to do now?" said the old lady,gaining courage. "I wants to make your flesh creep," replied the boy.
Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
... still his philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and animosity was hard to determine.
A brisk, bright, blue-eyed fellow, a very neat figure and rather under the middle size, never out of the way and never in it.
That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity's small change in general society.
The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them
In seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease--a terrible passing inclination to die of it.
When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people.
In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
So, throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise.
My faith in the people governing is, on the whole, infinitesimal; my faith in the people governed is, on the whole, illimitable.
Circumstances may accumulate so strongly even against an innocent man, that directed, sharpened, and pointed, they may slay him.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.
a most excellent man, though I could have wished his trousers not quite so tight in some places and not quite so loose in others.
Gold, for the instant, lost its luster in his eyes, for there were countless treasures of the heart which it could never purchase
Come, then," returned the nephew gaily. "What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You're rich enough.
I am well aware that I am the 'umblest person going. . . . My mother is likewise a very 'umble person. We live in a 'umble abode.
It's over, and can't be helped, and that's one consolation, as they always say in Turkey, when they cut the wrong man's head off.
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead
Ah, Miss Harriet, it would do us no harm to remember oftener than we do, that vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!
Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within;.
"I saw her, in the fire, but now. I hear her in music, in the wind, in the dead stillness of the night," returned the haunted man.
In the Destroyer's steps there spring up bright creations that defy his power, and his dark path becomes a way of light to Heaven.
To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
By the by, who ever knew a man who never read or wrote neither who hadn't got some small back parlour which he would call a study!
A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.
An evening wind uprose too, and the slighter branches cracked and rattled as they moved, in skeleton dances, to its moaning music.
You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service to them. Stick to Facts, sir!
We part with tender relations stretching far behind us, that never can be exactly renewed, and with others dawning - yet before us.
"Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart..."