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Education, sir, is the development of that which is. Since the dawn of history the negro has owned the continent of Africarich beyond the dream of poets fancy, crunching acres of diamonds beneath his bare black feet. Yet he never picked one up from the dust until a white man showed to him its glittering light. His land swarmed with powerful and docile animals, yet he never dreamed a harness, cart, or sled. A hunter by necessity, he never made an axe, spear, or arrowhead worth preserving beyond the moment of its use. He lived as an ox, content to graze for an hour. In a land of stone and timber he never sawed a foot of lumber, carved a block, or built a house save of broken sticks and mud. With league on league of ocean strand and miles of inland seas, for four thousand years he watched their surface ripple under the wind, heard the thunder of the surf on his beach, the howl of the storm over his head, gazed on the dim blue horizon calling him to worlds that lie beyond, and yet he never dreamed a sail! He lived as his fathers livedstole his food, worked his wife, sold his children, ate his brother, content to drink, sing, dance, and sport as the ape!

Even so. Yet there is a moral force at the bottom of every living race of men. The sense of right, the feeling of racial destinythese are unconquered and unconquerable forces.

The Southerner he had found to be the last man on earth to become a revolutionist. All his traits were against it. His genius for command, the deep sense of duty and honour, his hospitality, his deathless love of home, his supreme constancy and sense of civic unity, all combined to make him ultraconservative.

No sculptor ever dreamed a more sinister emblem of the corruption of a race of empire builders than this group. Its black figures, wrapped in the night of four thousand years of barbarism, squatted there the equal of their master, grinning at his forms of justice, the evolution of forty centuries of Aryan genius. To their brute strength the white fanatic in the madness of his hate had appealed, and for their hire he had bartered the birthright of a mighty race of freemen.

If I were to characterize all that is pusillanimous in war, inhuman in peace, forbidden in morals, and corrupt in politics, I could name it in one word - Butlerism!

He didnt care to join the Presbyterian church, but he quietly made up his mind that, if it came to the worst and she asked him, he would join anything.

Han nølte, tok et skritt ut i rommet. Snudde ryggen sakte mot meg. Over hele ryggtavla hans var det tatovert et slags dyr. Hva er det, spurte jeg. En drage, sa Lasse. Drager er bra, sa jeg. Nei, sa Lasse. Drager er fantasi. Jævla eventyrdyr. Han tok et skritt mot meg. Det burde ha vært en ulv. De er akkurat som katter, bare at de er bikkjer.

Scomparve nella notte, piccola luce in fuga.

Finnes det noe ondere enn en tilbedt kvinne? Og i morgen fortsetter alt som før, ondskapen og nedverdigelsen begynner på ny, men i mellomtiden er hun en liten stund hevet over det hele, hevet over dem alle, deg inkludert, hun er den vakreste og viktigste og mest dyrebare ting på jorden, og innerst inne vet du at du kommer til å miste henne.

Vi kommer aldri til å forstå nazismen om vi arkiverer den som "umenneskelig". Snarere er den kanskje altfor menneskelig.

I en verden av pliktlesere er nytelseslesingen et adelsmerke.

"Blame it, this whole thing is just as easy and awkward as it can be. And so it makes it so rotten difficult to get up a difficult plan.  There ain't no watchman to be drugged—now there OUGHT to be a watchman.  There ain't even a dog to give a sleeping-mixture to.  And there's Jim chained by one leg, with a ten-foot chain, to the leg of his bed:  why, all you got to do is to lift up the bedstead and slip off the chain.  And Uncle Silas he trusts everybody; sends the key to the punkin-headed nigger, and don't send nobody to watch the nigger.  Jim could a got out of that window-hole before this, only there wouldn't be no use trying to travel with a ten-foot chain on his leg.  Why, drat it, Huck, it's the stupidest arrangement I ever see. You got to invent ALL the difficulties.  Well, we can't help it; we got to do the best we can with the materials we've got.

And he made every one of them tell him a tale every night; and he kept that up till he had hogged a thousand and one tales that way, and then he put them all in a book, and called it Domesday Book—which was a good name and stated the case.  You don't know kings, Jim, but I know them; and this old rip of ourn is one of the cleanest I've struck in history.  Well, Henry he takes a notion he wants to get up some trouble with this country. How does he go at it—give notice?—give the country a show?  No.  All of a sudden he heaves all the tea in Boston Harbor overboard, and whacks out a declaration of independence, and dares them to come on.  That was HIS style—he never give anybody a chance.  He had suspicions of his father, the Duke of Wellington.  Well, what did he do?  Ask him to show up?  No—drownded him in a butt of mamsey, like a cat.  S'pose people left money laying around where he was—what did he do?  He collared it.  S'pose he contracted to do a thing, and you paid him, and didn't set down there and see that he done it—what did he do?  He always done the other thing. S'pose he opened his mouth—what then?  If he didn't shut it up powerful quick he'd lose a lie every time.  That's the kind of a bug Henry was; and if we'd a had him along 'stead of our kings he'd a fooled that town a heap worse than ourn done.  I don't say that ourn is lambs, because they ain't, when you come right down to the cold facts; but they ain't nothing to THAT old ram, anyway.  All I say is, kings is kings, and you got to make allowances.  Take them all around, they're a mighty ornery lot. It's the way they're raised."

It took away all the uncomfortableness and we felt mighty good over it, because it would a been a miserable business to have any unfriendliness on the raft; for what you want, above all things, on a raft, is for everybody to be satisfied, and feel right and kind towards the others.

I judged she would be proud of me for helping these rapscallions, because rapscallions and dead beats is the kind the widow and good people takes the most interest in.

Mighty soon we'll have the cave so cluttered up with women, and fellows waiting to be ransomed, that there won't be no place for the robbers. But go ahead, I ain't got nothing to say.

but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.

Kjærligheter er ikke alltid av lang varighet. Den varer sjelden lenger enn en bil. Det finnes biler som overlever tre ekteskap. Jeg vet om kjøleskap som har vært vitne til mer enn tyve forelskelser, alle like alvorlige.