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The Victorians had not been anxious to go away for the weekend. The Edwardians, on the contrary, were nomadic.
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a king can only work with his best tools.
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Now, in their love, which was stronger, there were the seeds of hatred and fear and confusion growing at the same time: for love can exist with hatred, each preying on the other, and this is what gives it its greatest fury.
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Yes, that is the equality of man. Slaughter anybody who is better than you are, and then we shall be equal soon enough. All equally dead.
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God is love, the parson whined.
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Grown-ups have developed an unpleasant habit of comforting themselves for their degradation by pretending that children are childish.
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When shall I be dead and rid Of all the wrong my father did? How long, how long 'till spade and hearse Put to sleep my mother's curse?
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It is good to put your life in other people's hands.
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War is like a fire. One man may start it, but it will spread all over. It is not about any one thing in particular.
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Were they, for some purpose almost too cunning for belief, only disguised as themselves?
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Why can't you harness Might so that it works for Right? I know it sounds nonsense, but, I mean, you can't just say there is no such thing. The Might is there, in the bad half of people, and you can't neglect it. You can't cut it out but you might be able to direct it, if you see what I mean, so that it was useful instead of bad.
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God is love, the bishops tell.
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He was neither clever nor sensitive, but he was loyal--stubbornly sometimes, and even annoyingly and stupidly so in later life.
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Aviators live by hours, not by days.
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I would recommend a solo flight to all prospective suicides. It tends to make clear the issue of whether one enjoys being alive or not.
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If God is supposed to be merciful,' [Arthur] retorted, 'I don't see why He shouldn't allow people to stumble into heaven, just as well as climb there
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I will tell you something else, King, which may be a surprise for you. It will not happen for hundreds of years, but both of us are to come back.
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Dogs, like very small children, are quite mad.
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A lot of brainless unicorns swaggering about and calling themselves educated just because they can push each other off a horse with a bit of a stick! It makes me tired.
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You could not give up a human heart as you could give up drinking. The drink was yours, and you could give it up: but your lover’s soul was not your own: it was not at your disposal; you had a duty towards it.
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He did not like the grown-ups who talked down to him, but the ones who went on talking in their usual way, leaving him to leap along in their wake, jumping at meanings, guessing, clutching at known words, and chuckling at complicated jokes as they suddenly dawned. He had the glee of the porpoise then, pouring and leaping through strange seas.
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Believe me, the so-called primitive races who worshipped animals as gods were not so daft as people choose to pretend. At least they were humble. Why should not God have come to the earth as an earth-worm? There are a great many more worms than men, and they do a great deal more good.
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Only fools want to be great.
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We cannot build the future by avenging the past.
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