It was one of those chilly and empty afternoons in early winter, when the daylight is silver rather than gold and pewter rather than silver.
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The Wisdom of Father Brown by G. K. Chesterton
I know that journalism largely consists in saying "Lord Jones Dead" to people who never knew that Lord Jones was alive.
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The Wisdom of Father Brown by G. K. Chesterton
"Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend," observed Poirot philosophically. "You cannot mix up sentiment and reason."
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The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie
"This affair must all be unravelled from within." He tapped his forehead. "These little grey cells. It is 'up to them'--as you say over here."
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The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie
"Remuneration! O, that's the Latin word for three farthings."
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Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare
"He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument."
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Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare
"Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, not uttered by base sale of chapmen's tongues."
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Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare
For as ten millions of circles can never make a square, so the united voice of myriads cannot lend the smallest foundation to falsehood.
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The Vicar of Wakefield by Oliver Goldsmith
Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent, it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
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The Vicar of Wakefield by Oliver Goldsmith
We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours.
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The Vicar of Wakefield by Oliver Goldsmith
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