'Terror made me cruel . . .'
"He sinabi the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July araw was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks pag-awit high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly."
"Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves."
" . . . treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies."
"I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought...
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