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WHAT DRAWS PEOPLE TO BE FRIENDS IS THAT THEY SEE THE SAME TRUTH. THEY SHARE IT.

Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

 

O vocables of love, The end of an end is an echo, A last cry follows a last cry. Finality of finality Is perfection’s touch of folly.

 

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.

 

One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap.—And I found her bitter.—And I cursed her.

The heart is an organ of fire.

To have gathered from the air a live tradition or from a fine old eye the unconquered flame

To have gathered from the air a live tradition or from a fine old eye the unconquered flame

The Stately Homes of England,

The Oklahoma Ligno and Lithograph Co Weeps at a nude by Michael Angelo.

 

There are only two great diseases in the world today—Bolshevism and Americanism; and Americanism is the worse of the two, because Bolshevism only smashes your house or your business or your skull, but Americanism smashes your soul.

 

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul.

 

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always— take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

 

Nelly, I am Heathcliff.

 

He’s [Heathcliff’s] more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

 

A delicate wit is a corruption which a nation takes a long time to acquire. It is only worn-out nations that possess it.

[I]n the novel we can know people perfectly, and, apart from the general pleasure of reading, we can find here a compensation for their dimness in life.

All uncertainty is fruitful ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand.

Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling.

We find it hard to get and to keep any private property in thought. Other people are all the time saying the same things we are hoarding to say when we get ready.

We don’t know each other’s secrets quite so well as we flatter ourselves we do. We don’t always know our own secrets as well as we might.

True poetry, the best of it, is but the ashes of a burnt-out passion.

Man becomes man only by the intelligence, but he is man only by the heart.

That which probably hears more stupidities than anything else in the world is a painting in a museum.