Quotes

"Here you are, doggy! Good old Toby! Smell it, Toby, smell it!" He pushed the creasote handkerchief under the dog's nose, while the creature stood with its fluffy legs separated, and with a most comical cock to its head, like a connoisseur sniffing the bouquet of a famous vintage. ~ The Sign of The Four by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "Winwood Reade is good upon the subject," said Holmes. "He remarks that, while the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate he becomes a mathematical certainty. " ~ The Sign of The Four by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle "But love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things. I should never marry myself, lest I bias my judgment." ~ The Sign of The Four by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! ~ The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne "My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream." ~ The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne Before this ugly edifice, and between it and the wheel-track of the street, was a grass-plot, much overgrown with burdock, pig-weed, apple-pern, and such unsightly vegetation, which evidently found something congenial in the soil that had so early borne the black flower of civilised society, a prison. ~ The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne But she named the infant "Pearl," as being of great price--purchased with all she had--her mother's only treasure! ~ The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne It is to the credit of human nature that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. ~ The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom! ~ The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvellous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it. ~ The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne