Crows pick out the eyes of the dead, when the dead have no longer need of them; but flatterers mar the soul of the living, and her eyes they blind. Fragment
I am a sick man... I am a wicked man. An unattractive man. Notes from Underground
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. A Midsummer Night's Dream
Dignity, and even holiness too, sometimes, are more questions of coat and waistcoat than some people imagine. Oliver Twist
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