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He was too much concerned with his own perfection ever to think of admiring any one else.

Everywhere he found his precept checkmated by his example.

The dullard's envy of brilliant men is always assuaged by the suspicion that they will come to a bad end.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?

One has never known a good man to whom dogs were not dear; but many of the best women have no such fondness. You will find that the woman who is really kind to dogs is always one who has failed to inspire sympathy in men. For the attractive woman, dogs are mere dumb and restless brutes — possibly dangerous, certainly soulless. Yet will coquetry teach her to caress any dog in the presence of a man enslaved by her.

Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.

All fantasy should have a solid base in reality.

The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.

The Socratic manner is not a game at which two can play.

I'm not blamin' yeh … but I gotta tell yeh, I thought you two'd value yer friend more'n broomsticks or rats. Tha's all.

And they didn't desert me at all. Instead, they did something for me that would make my transformations not only bearable, but the best times of my life. They became Animagi.

She was a young person whose reveries never were in retrospect. For her past was no treasury of distinct memories, all hoarded and classified, some brighter than others and more highly valued. All memories were for her but as the motes in one fused radiance that followed her and made more luminous the pathway of her future.