War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth a war, is much worse. When a people are used as mere human instruments for firing cannon or...
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John Stuart Mill
I like ducks." Jem observed diplomatically. "Esspecially the ones in Hyde Park." He glanced side ways at Will; both boys were sitting at the edge of a high table, thier legs dangling over the side. "Remember when you tried to convince me to feed pultry...
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Cassandra Clare
Tessa: I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?"Will: "I've never swum naked in the Thames, but I know I wouldn't like it."" But think how entertaining for sightseers, " said Tessa, and she saw Jem duck his head to...
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Cassandra Clare
It is a self-deception of philosophers and moralists to imagine that they escape decadence by opposing it. That is beyond their will; and, however little they acknowledge it, one later discovers that they were among the most powerful promoters of decadence.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
The most perfect and satisfactory knowledge is that of perception but this is limited to the absolutely particular, to the individual. The comprehension of the many and the various into *one* representation is possible only through the *concept*, in other words, by omitting the differences;...
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Arthur Schopenhauer
More Quotes By Helen Hunt Jackson
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
Next time! " In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?
Will not the Senorita trust me?" Ramona smiled faintly through her tears. "Yes, " she said. "I will trust you. You are Alessandro, are you not?"" Yes, Senorita, " he answered, greatly surprised, "I am Alessandro.
There had been no crises of incident, or marked movements of experience such as in Felipe's imaginations of love were essential to the fulness of its growth. This is a common mistake on the part of those who have never felt love's true bonds. Once...
But undying memories stood like sentinels in her breast. When the notes of doves, calling to each other, fell on her ear, her eyes sought the sky, and she heard a voice saying, "Majella!
