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Seite 70 - It is best to love wisely, no doubt : but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
Seite 316 - There she is — the great engine — she never sleeps. She has her ambassadors in every quarter of the world — her couriers upon every road. Her officers march along with armies, and her envoys walk into statesmen's cabinets. They are ubiquitous. Yonder journal has an agent, at this minute, giving bribes at Madrid ; and another inspecting the price of potatoes in Covent Garden.
Seite 140 - ... empty, except on Thursdays, when the farmers put up there, and their tilted carts and gigs make a feeble show of liveliness in the place, or on Petty Sessions, when the magistrates attend in what used to be the old cardroom. On the south side of the market rises up the church with its great gray towers, of which the sun illuminates the delicate carving ; deepening the shadows of the huge buttresses, and gilding the glittering windows and flaming vanes.
Seite 300 - The one could have sympathies and do kindnesses ; and the other must needs be always selfish. He could not cultivate a friendship or do a charity, or admire a work of genius, or kindle at the sight of beauty or the sound of a sweet song — he had no time, and no eyes for anything but his law-books. All was dark outside his readinglamp. Love, and Nature, and Art (which is the expression of our praise and sense of the beautiful world of God), were shut out from him. And as he turned off his lonely...
Seite ii - You will not hear — it is best to know it — what moves in the real world, what passes in society, in the clubs, colleges, newsrooms—what is. the life and talk of your sons. A little more frankness than is customary has been attempted in this story ; with no bad desire on the writer's part, it is hoped, and with no ill consequence to any reader.
Seite 316 - There she is— the great engine — she never sleeps. She has her ambassadors in every quarter of the world — her couriers upon every road. Her officers march along with armies, and her envoys walk into statesmen's cabinets. They are ubiquitous. Yonder journal has an agent, at this minute, giving bribes at Madrid...
Seite 251 - On this the two ladies went through the osculatory ceremony which they were in the habit of performing, and Mrs. Pendennis got a great secret comfort from the little quarrel, for Laura's confession seemed to say: ' That girl can never be a wife for Pen, for she is light-minded and heartless, and quite unworthy of our noble hero. He will be sure to find out her unworthiness for his own part, and then he will be saved from this flighty creature and awake out of his delusion.
Seite ii - ... pocket benefited, by the recital of the most active horrors. What more exciting than a ruffian (with many admirable virtues) in St. Giles's visited constantly by a young lady from Belgravia? What more stirring than the contrasts of society? the mixture of slang and fashionable language? the escapes, the battles, the murders?
Seite 151 - Ah, sir - a distinct universe walks about under your hat and under mine — all things in nature are different to each - the woman we look at has not the same features, the dish we eat from has not the same taste to the one and the other - you and I are but a pair of infinite isolations, with some fellow-islands a little more or less near to us.