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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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a king can only work with his best tools.
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God is love, the bishops tell.
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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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God is love, the parson whined.
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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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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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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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The Victorians had not been anxious to go away for the weekend. The Edwardians, on the contrary, were nomadic.
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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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Aviators live by hours, not by days.
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Were they, for some purpose almost too cunning for belief, only disguised as themselves?
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It is good to put your life in other people's hands.
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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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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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I think I ought to have some eddication,"said the Wart, "I can't think of anything to do.
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The miracle was that he had been allowed to do a miracle. And ever, says Mallory, Sir Lancelot wept, as he had been a child that had been beaten.
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My boy, you shall be everything in the world, animal, vegetable, mineral, protista, or virus, for all I care-before I have done with you-but you will have to trust my superior backsight. The time is not yet ripe for you to be a hawk... so you may as well sit down for the moment and learn to be a human being.
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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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A chaos of mind and body - a time for weeping at sunsets and at the glamour of moonlight - a confusion and profusion of beliefs and hopes, in God, in Truth, in Love, and in Eternity - an ability to be transported by the beauty of physical objects - a heart to ache or swell- a joy so hoyful and a sorrow so sorrowful that oceans could lie between them.
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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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Dogs, like very small children, are quite mad.
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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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The most difficult thing in the world is to know how to do a thing and to watch someone else do it wrong without comment.
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