They were jerky little scissors.
‘She was not conquered,’ he said; and he closed her eyes, and sat unmoving beside her as the night drew down.
“I play the game for the game’s own sake,” said he.
The one small garden of a free gardener was a need and due, not a garden swollen to a realm; his own hands to use, not the hands of others to command.
Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself, said Denethor.
Clearly the musician is wise, and he who is not a musician is foolish.
And all my austere nights of midnight oil, all the books I had read, all the wisdom I had gathered, went glimmering before the ape and tiger in me that crawled up from the abysm of my heredity, atavistic, competitive and brutal, lustful with strength and desire to outswine the swine.
Some are born to fortune, and some have fortune thrust upon them.
I am the way you see me.
They were children of Abraham, learning more from a hawk stooping over the desert than from any book yet written.
Occasionally, it is true, we dance in our “chains” and betwixt our “swords”; it is none the less true that more often we gnash our teeth under the circumstances, and are impatient at the secret hardship of our lot.
The village had its one poor street, with its poor brewery, poor tannery, poor tavern, poor stable-yard for relays of post-horses, poor fountain, all usual poor appointments.
Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.
The Gods laugh in their sleeve to watch man doubt and fear,who knows not what to believe since he sees nothing clear, and dares stamp nothing false where he finds nothing sure
I don’t know, in the “Insanity” section.