A great nose may be an indexOf a great soul
If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.
Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.
…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
All books are divisible into two classes: the books of the hours, and the books of all Time.
nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?
William Makepeace Thackeray
O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)
Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.
Zora Neale Hurston
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