Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.
BARONESS ORCZYOdd’s fish, m’dear! The man can’t even tie his own cravat!
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We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops
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Fate is usually swift when she deals a blow.
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To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.
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The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.
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She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.
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Money and titles may be hereditary,” she would say, “but brains are not,”.
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It is only when we are very happy that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay.
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In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.
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Odd’s fish, m’dear! The man can’t even tie his own cravat!
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Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.
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I shall return, doubt it not. Such love as ours was not created to remain unfulfilled. Whatever may happen, believe and trust in me, as I shall in you, and keep the remembrance of me in your heart without sadness and without regret.
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Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that — the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.
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Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.
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Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T’wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine
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There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.
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