Dear Mrs Chiley, " said Lucilla, "it doesn't matter in the least what you wear; there are only to be gentlemen, you, know, and one never dresses for gentlemen. (...) Their vanity is something dreadful-but it is one of my principles never to dress unless there are ladies.
How can our words ever truly be our own? Since we started growing all we've been taught is to care how we represent our persona and how we should communicate appropriately and how we portrait ourselves as acceptable human beings. what we've been taught, thats...
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A.Y.C.C
The society to which we belong seems to be dying or is already dead. I don't mean to sound dramatic, but clearly the dark side is rising. Things could not have been more odd and frightening in the Middle Ages. But the tradition of artists...
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Anne Lamott
War is society's dirty work, usually done by kids cleaning up some failure on the part of the adults.
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Karl Marlantes
War is the echo that never dies. No society strives for war, they are always tricked into it.
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R.A.Delmonico
No young woman of good breeding should show exclusive partiality to one partner all night.
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Jude Morgan
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Dear Mrs Chiley, " said Lucilla, "it doesn't matter in the least what you wear; there are only to be gentlemen, you, know, and one never dresses for gentlemen. (...) Their vanity is something dreadful-but it is one of my principles never to dress unless...
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He was highly spoken of, everybody knew; but nobody knew who had spoken highly of him…
The village lay in the hollow, and climbed, with very prosaic houses, the other side. Village architecture does not flourish in Scotland. The blue slates and the grey stone are sworn foes to the picturesque; and though I do not, for my own part, dislike...
It was getting dark by the time I went out, and nobody who knows the country will need to be told how black is the darkness of a November night under high laurel bushes and yew-trees. I walked into the heart of the shrubberies two...
