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A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all. - [Discretion] Cruelty is the law pervading all nature and society; and we can't get out of it if we would. - [Cruelty] Dialect words are those terrible marks of the beast to the truly genteel. - [Words] Life's little ironies. - title of a collection of stories [Life] Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity. - [Patience] The social molds civilization fits us into have no more relation to our actual shapes than the conventional shapes of the constellations have to real star patterns. - [Civilization] Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened. - [Strange] But--a stirring thrills the air Like to sounds of joyance there, That the rages Of the ages Shall be cancelled, and deliverance offered from the darts that were, Consciousness the Will informing, till it fashion all things fair. - Dynasts--Semichorus I of the Years [Peace] When Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun. - Far from the Madding Crowd [Books (First Lines)] Man, without religion, is the creature of circumstances. - Guesses at Truth (vol. I) [Circumstance] Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle. - Hand of Ethelberta (ch. IX) [Success] The schoolmaster was leaving the village, and everybody seemed sorry. - Jude the Obscure [Books (First Lines)] On an evening in the latter part of May a middle-aged man was walking homeward from Shaston to the village of Marlott, in the adjoining Vale of Blakemore or Blackmoor. The pair of legs that carried him were rickety, and there was a bias in his gait which inclined him somewhat to the left of a straight line. He occasionally gave a smart nod, as if in confirmation of some opinion, though he was not thinking of anything in particular. An empty egg-basket was slung upon his arm, the nap of his hat was ruffled, a patch being quite worn away at its brim where his thumb came in taking it off. Presently he was met by an elderly parson astride on a gray mare, who, as he rode, hummed a wandering tune. - Tess of the D'Urbervilles [Books (First Lines)] Why doth It so and so, and ever so, This viewless, voiceless Turner of the Wheel? - The Dynasts--Fore Scene--Spirit of the Pities [Fate] Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You'd treat if met where any bar is, Or help to half-a-crown. - The Man he Killed [War] One evening of late summer, before the nineteenth century had reached one-third of its span, a young man and woman, the latter carrying a child, were approaching the large village of Weydon-Priors, in Upper Wessex, on foot. They were plainly but not ill clad, though the thick hoar of dust which had accumulated on their shoes and garments from an obviously long journey lent a disadvantageous shabbiness to their appearance just now. - The Mayor of Casterbridge (ch. 1) [Books (First Lines)] A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment. Overhead the hollow stretch of whitish cloud shutting out the sky was as a tent which had the whole heath for its floor. The heaven being spread with this pallid screen and the earth with the darkest vegetation, their meeting-line at the horizon was clearly marked. In such contrast the heath wore the appearance of an instalment of night which had taken up its place before its astronomical hour was come: darkness had to a great extent arrived hereon, while day stood distinct in the sky. - The Return of the Native [Books (First Lines)] Yeobright had, in fact, found his vocation in the career of an itinerant open-air preacher and lecturer on morally unimpeachable subjects; . . . . He left alone creeds and systems of philosophy, finding enough and more than enough to occupy his tongue in the opinions and actions common to all good men. Some believed him, and some believed not; some said that his words were commonplace, others complained of his want of theological doctrine; while others again remarked that it was well enough for a man to take to preaching who could not see to do anything else. But everywhere he was kindly received, for the story of his life had become generally known. - The Return of the Native [Books (Last Lines)] The rambler who, for old association's sake, should trace the forsaken coach-road running almost in a meridional line from Bristol to the south shore of England, would find himself during the latter half of his journey in the vicinity of some extensive woodlands, interspersed with apple-orchards. - The Woodlanders [Books (First Lines)]
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