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| "You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!" | Thomas Hardy | Tess of the D'Urbervilles |  |
| . . . that shabby corner of God's allotment where He lets the nettles grow, and where all unbaptized infants, notorious drunkards, suicides, and others of the conjecturally damned are laid. | Thomas Hardy | Tess of the D'Urbervilles | |
| Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity . . . | Thomas Hardy | Tess of the D'Urbervilles | |
| Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings. | Thomas Hardy | Tess of the D'Urbervilles | |
