Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself. A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
“Did you never observe the narrow intelligence flashing from the keen eye of a clever rogue—how eager he is, how clearly his paltry soul sees the way to his end; he is the reverse of blind, but his keen eye-sight is forced into the service of evil, and he is mischievous in proportion to his cleverness?” Republic
Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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