Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?

If the story-tellers could ha' got decency and good morals from true stories, who'd have troubled to invent parables?

Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?

The offhand decision of some commonplace mind high in office at a critical moment influences the course of events for a hundred years.

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.

To dance with a man is to concentrate a twelvemonth's regulation fire upon him in the fragment of an hour. To pass to courtship without acquaintance, to pass to marriage without courtship, is a skipping of terms reserved for those alone who tread this royal road.

Clare had studied the curves of those lips so many times that he could reproduce them mentally with ease: and now, as they again confronted him, clothed with colour and life, they sent an aura over his flesh, a breeze through his nerves, which wellnigh produced a qualm; and actually produced, by some mysterious physiological process, a prosaic sneeze.