The New Testament is an invaluable book, though I confess to having been slightly prejudiced against it in my very early days by t...he church and the Sabbath-school, so that it seemed, before I read it, to be the yellowest book in the catalogue. Yet I early escaped from their meshes. It is hard to get the commentaries out of one's head and taste its true flavor.... It would be a poor story to be prejudiced against the Life of Christ because the book has been edited by Christians. In fact, I love this book rarely, though it is a sort of castle in the air to me, which I am permitted to dream.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat hole: she knelt down and looked along... the passage into the lovliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Would you--be good enough--" Alice panted out, after running a little further, "to stop a minute--just to get--one's breath again...?" "I'm good enough," the King said, "only I'm not strong enough. You see, a minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch!"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No country is so peaceful as the one that leads into death. Life arches above one's head like a bridgespan, and below it flows the... water, carries the boat, takes it further.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One usually dies because one is alone, or because one has got into something over one's head. One often dies because one does not ...have the right alliances, because one is not given support. In Sicily the Mafia kills the servants of the State that the State has not been able to protect.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Strong emotional experiences are for the most part impersonal. Anyone who has hated another person so much that only chance stands... between that person and death knows this, as does whoever has fallen into the catastrophe of a deep depression, anyone who has loved a woman to the dregs, anyone who has beaten others bloody or ever come up behind another person with muscles trembling. "Losing one's head," language calls it. Emotional experience is, in itself, poor in qualities; qualities are brought to it by the person who has the experience.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's bed and there, abandoning all effort and all resistance, to b...ury even one's head under the cover, giving one's self up to it completely, moaning like branches in the autumn wind. But there is still a better bed, full of divine odors. It is our sweet, our profound, our impenetrable friendship.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Andrews: Do you mind if I ask a question frankly? Do you love my daughter? Peter: Any guy that'd fall in love with your daugh...ter ought to have his head examined. Andrews: Now that's an evasion. Peter: She grabbed herself a perfect running mate. King Westley! The pill of the century. What she needs is a guy that'd take a sock at her once a day, whether it's coming to her or not.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »