"Men always want to be a woman's first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man's last romance."
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A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde
"Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself."
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A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde
"One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that, would tell one anything."
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A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde
"Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation."
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A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde
The father of this pleasant grandfather, of the neighbourhood of Mount Pleasant, was a horny-skinned, two-legged, money-getting species of spider who spun webs to catch unwary flies and retired into holes until they were entrapped. The name of this old pagan's god was Compound Interest.
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Bleak House by Charles Dickens
And whenever he spoke (which he did almost always), he took care to produce the very finest and longest words of which the vocabulary gave him the use, rightly judging that it was as cheap to employ a handsome, large, and sonorous epithet, as to use a little stingy one.
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Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray
If she did not wish to lead a virtuous life, at least she desired to enjoy a character for virtue.
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Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray
He, I know--for the question had been discussed among us long before the Time Machine was made--thought but cheerlessly of the Advancement of Mankind, and saw in the growing pile of civilization only a foolish heaping that must inevitably fall back upon and destroy its makers in the end.
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The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life. I thought of their unfathomable distance, and the slow inevitable drift of their movements out of the unknown past into the unknown future.
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The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness.
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The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
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