... no book ... ever competed with the Bible. The story of Ruth was better than Ramona, and the poetry of Job was better than Long...fellow. I still have my first big Bible, carefully underlined through with red and black ink, and interleafed [sic] with painfully written manuscript pages.... Margery and I earned our five cents a week for church and a penny for Sunday school by learning three verses of the Bible a day and six on Sunday. We learned dozens and dozens of chapters. I supposed "Evangeline" and "Hiawatha" were better poetry, but I didn't like them so well.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Annie: Dances like Pavaliver, that child. George Grainger: Dances like who?... Annie: Pavaliver--the Russian dancer. Don't be so ignorant.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
George the first was an honest, dull, German gentleman, as unfit as unwilling to act the part of a king, which is to shine and to ...oppress. Lazy and inactive even in his pleasures, which were therefore lowly sensual. He was coolly intrepid, and indolently benevolent. He was diffident of his own parts, which made him speak little in public, and prefer in his social, which were his favourite, hours the company of wags and buffoons. Even his mistress, the duchess of Kendal, with whom he passed most of his time, and who had all influence over him, was very little above an idiot.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Jenny: I like different music for different things. I like to listen to rock. I like to dance to jazz. George: What do you li...ke to do to Prokofiev? Jenny: Fuck.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Y'know, George, I feel that in a small way we're doing something important. It's satisfying a fundamental urge. It's deep in the r...ace for a man to want his own roof and walls and fireplace. And we're helping him get those things in our shabby little office.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'll come up the steps to the house and the gardener will be clipping away at the hedges and he'll say, "Good evening, Mr. Younger...." And I'll say, "Hello, Jefferson, how are you this evening?" And I'll go inside and Ruth will come downstairs and meet me at the door and we'll kiss each other and she'll take my arm and we'll go up to your room to see you sitting on the floor with the catalogues of all the great schools in America around you.... All the great schools in the world! And--and I'll say, all right son--it's your seventeenth birthday, what is it you've decided?... Just tell me, what it is you want to be--and you'll be it.... Whatever you want to be--Yessir! You just name it, so ... and I hand you the world!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here lies each her parents' ruth, Mary, the daughter of their youth:... Yet, all heaven's gifts, being heaven's due, It makes the father, less, to rue. At six months' end, she parted hence With safety of her innocence; Whose soul heaven's Queen, (whose name she bears) In comfort of her mother's tears, Hath placed amongst her virgin-train: Where, while that severed doth remain, This grave partakes the fleshly birth. Which cover lightly, gentle earth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »