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• He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Dream...
• Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Moral...
• Spurn'd by the young, but hugg'd by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Moral...
• O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Dream...
• How widely its agencies vary,-- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,-- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Miss Kilmansegg, Her Moral...
• Only when the fisherman keeps his nets intact, keeps his boat repaired, and studies the condition of fish and water does going out to fish become a mere formality.
  Then fish fall into his hands as if guided by invisible lines. -- Deng Ming-Dao...
• To her, love was like the air of heaven- invisible, intangible
  it yet encircled her soul, and she knew it; for in it was her life. -- Miss M'Intosh...
• Pontius Pilate & Bill Clinton: each tried washing blood from his hands.
• One more unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh...