I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.
Are you proud of yourself tonight that you have insulted a total stranger whose circumstances you know nothing about?
When they finished laughing they were on their way to being not just friends, but the dearest of friends, the sort of friends whose lives are shaped by the friendship.
Today, the theory of evolution is an accepted fact for everyone but a fundamentalist minority, whose objections are based not on reasoning but on doctrinaire adherence to religious principles.
The kind of man who wants the government to adopt and enforce his ideas is always the kind of man whose ideas are idiotic.
The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility.
This play is dedicated to the memory of , The Great Defender, whose mental frontiers were the four corners of the sky.
Scratch a female inmate, I've discovered, and you'll usually find a girl whose mother had terrible taste in men.
We are creatures whose behavior cannot be simply explained as a striving for survival and happiness, for release of tension and contentment.
No people whose word for 'yesterday' is the same as their word for 'tomorrow' can be said to have a firm grip on the time.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And nothing is but what is not.
Together we can take this world, and all those whose knees have never felt the sting of the earth will bow to us
I’m not mean to everybody. I’m only mean to people whose intellectual level is awfully lower than mine.
Evangeline's obliviousness was a reason to like her rather than not: I liked least those schoolfellows whose awareness of me invariably caused misery.
The temporal heart resonates at whispers From a Truth overarching Of whose countenance Timeless Intellect yearns vainly to fathom
There has never yet been a person in our history who led a life of ease whose name is worth remembering.
It is evident that we are hurrying onward to some exciting knowledge—some never-to-be-imparted secret, whose attainment is destruction.
The panorama-city is a 'theoretical' (that is, visual) simulacrum, in short a picture, whose condition of possibility is an oblivion and a misunderstanding of practices.
The Prince came to give life unto those whose lives were almost being snuffed out by the devil via the cares of this world.
Creatures whose mainspring is curiosity enjoy the accumulating of facts far more than the pausing at times to reflect on those facts.
Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are.