What is written beneath this heavy handsome book cover will count, so sayeth this cover…
Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.
She’s the latest freshest fruit of our great American evolution. She’s the self-made girl! (…) Well, to begin with, the self-made girl’s a new feature. That, however, you know. In the second place she isn’t self-made at all. We all help to ...
What we often take to be the new is simply the old under some novel form.
The American girl isn't ANY girl; she's a remarkable specimen in a remarkable species.
Let us be vulgar and have some fun, let us invite the President.
And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the full absurdity of Fate and Fortune and Nature more truly than a human can bear to know it. And perhaps the description of this, brief as i...
One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.
The finest thing under the sun and moon is the human soul. I marvel at the small miracles of kindness that pass between humans, I marvel at the growth of conscience, at the persistence of reason in the face of all superstition or despair. I marvel at...
I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.
You let me handle Marius," I said. "Now, you didn't come without you dagger." "No, I did not," he said, lifting his cloak to reveal it, "And with your permission I would like to plunge it through my heart now so I will most assuredly stone-cold dead ...
