The young seldom lie convincingly. They haven’t had time to practise like the rest of us.
The weapons I fight it with are also my consolations: books, music, food, wine, nature.
The very old, he thought, make our past. Once they go it seems for a moment that neither it nor we have any real existence.
The library at Pemberley was as freely open to her as it was to Darcy, and with his tactful and loving encouragement she had read more widely and with greater enjoyment and comprehension in the last s...
The New World is not a refuge for the indolent, the criminal, the undesirable of the old, but a young man who has been clearly acquitted of a capital crime, has shown fortitude during his ordeal and h...
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Right and wrong stood for him as immutable as the two poles. He had never wandered in that twilight country where the nuances of evil and good cast their perplexing shadows.
Of the four billion life forms which have existed on this planet, three billion, nine hundred and sixty million are now extinct. We don't know why. Some by wanton extinction, some through natural cata...
Mrs. Maxie wondered whether anyone could be as stupid as Sir Reynold appeared to be
Love. Is that so very important? You were a teacher, you ought to know. Is it? It’s vital. If a child has it for the first ten years, hardly anything else matters. If he hasn’t, then nothing does.
Like all religious evangelists, she realizes that there is little satisfaction in the contemplation of heaven for oneself if one cannot simultaneously contemplate the horrors of hell for others.
It was easy to understand how the local legends had grown that sometimes, on an autumn night, once could hear the muffled beat of horses' hoofs as smugglers brought their kegs and bales from Sizewell...
It is never so difficult to congratulate a friend on her good fortune than when that fortune appears undeserved.
In a word all the things of the body are as a river, and the things of the soul as a dream and a vapour; and life is a warfare and a pilgrim’s sojourn, and fame after death is only forgetfulness.
I still occasionally need to struggle but I now fear it less. The weapons I fight it with are also my consolations: books, music, food, wine, nature.
I had to make a moral decision. If you are proposing to commit a sin it is as well to commit it with intelligence. Otherwise, you are insulting God as well as defying him, don't you think?
Here was normality, sanity, a world she recognized and knew. This emotion, suspiciously like regret, at witnessing the violent destruction of Nightingale House was really too ridiculous
He was thirty-four when he married and the decision was less an impulse of sexual or psychological need than a conviction that there was something slightly suspect about a heterosexual who remained op...
He was a mild-voiced man with the face of a depressed St. Bernard dog who gave the impression of having wandered into the proceedings by mistake.
He still attended every Sunday. It was as much a part of his routine as buying the same two Sunday newspapers at the same stall on his way home, the luncheon taken from the fridge and heated up in obe...