The Atlantic Monthly, เล่มที่ 74

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Atlantic Monthly Company, 1894
 

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หน้า 124 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
หน้า 17 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
หน้า 527 - The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel the heart, — rallied back, the film forsook his eyes for a moment, — he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, — then cast a look upon his boy, and that ligament, fine as it was, was never broken.
หน้า 336 - ALL that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts.
หน้า 62 - Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; a land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as darkness.
หน้า 336 - For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time: hatred ceases by love, this is an old rule.
หน้า 668 - No, Sir, claret is the liquor for boys ; port for men ; but he who aspires to be a hero (smiling) must drink brandy.
หน้า 337 - Such as are thy habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of thy mind ; for the soul is dyed by the thoughts. Dye it then with a continuous series of such thoughts as these : for instance, that where a man can live, there he can also live well. But he must live in a palace ; — well then, he can also live well in a palace.
หน้า 337 - As the bee collects nectar and departs without injuring the flower, or its color or scent, so let a sage dwell in his village.
หน้า 404 - Every man has his speculations, but every man does not brood and peacock over them till he makes a false coinage and deceives himself.

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