Quote #1
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.
More from Thomas Hardy
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- To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the breeze the fir-trees sob and…
- Good, but not religious-good.
- Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.
- Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.
- A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all. Circumspection and devotion are a contradiction in terms.