Gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings than the fumes of charcoal. Nicholas Nickleby
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world. East Of Eden
O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it? A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
The sergeant's widow told you a lie when she said I flogged her. I never flogged her. She flogged herself. The Inspector General
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