Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not. - Thomas Hardy

Sometimes I feel I don't want to know anything more about [history] than I know already. [...] Because what's the use of learning that I am one of a long row only — finding out that there is set down in some old book somebody just like me, and to know that I shall only act her part; making me sad, that's all. The best is not to remember that your nature and you past doings have been kist like thousands' and thousands', and that your coming life and doings'll be like thousands' and thousands'. [...] I shouldn't mind learning why — why the sun do shine on the just and the unjust alike, [...] but that's what books will not tell me.

The great inviolate place had an ancient permanence which the sea cannot claim. Who can say of a particular sea that it is old? Distilled by the sun, kneaded by the moon, it is renewed in a year, in a day, or in an hour. The sea changed, the fields changed, the rivers, the villages, and the people changed, yet Egdon remained.

لأن الرجال مخلوفات غبية ومخلصة! و قد يحاولون التغلب على مشاعر الحب في داخلهم ولكن الجميع سيغرق في الحزن و الكآبة.