Life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach. To the Lighthouse
Rome was not built in a day. Don Quixote
...why did we wait for any thing? — why not seize the pleasure at once? — How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation! Emma
The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends. Ecce Homo
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