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Seite 96 - It is best to love wisely, no doubt : but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
Seite 202 - Clavering westwards towards the sea — the place appears to be so cheery and comfortable that many a traveller's heart must have yearned towards it from the coach-top, and he must have thought that it was in such a calm friendly nook he would like to shelter at the end of life's struggle.
Seite 78 - In love with such a little ojus wretch as that stunted manager of a Bingley?" She bristled with indignation at the thought. Pen explained it was not of her he spoke, but of Ophelia of the play. " Oh, indeed ; if no offence was meant, none was taken : but as for Bingley, indeed, she did not value him — not that glass of punch." Pen next tried her on Kotzebue. " Kotzebue ? who was he 1 " — " The author of the play in which she had been performing so admirably.
Seite 222 - 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 161 fellow-islands a little more or less near to us.
Seite v - Since the author of Tom Jones was buried, no writer of fiction among us has been permitted to depict, to his utmost power, a MAN. We must drape him, and give him a certain conventional simper. Society will not tolerate the Natural in our Art.
Seite 34 - Pen never liked to halt, but made his tutor construe when he was at fault, and thus galloped through the Iliad and the Odyssey, the tragic play-writers, and the charming wicked Aristophanes (whom he vowed to be the greatest poet of all). But he went so fast that, though he certainly galloped through a considerable extent of the ancient country, he clean forgot it in after-life, and had only...