I call it a miracle, advisedly; for the things which seemed fixed, unchangeable, deeply graven in the nature of certain European races, the products of long ages, vanish in a generation.
— from The Immigrant Tide, Its Ebb and Flow by Edward Alfred Steiner
Yielding you a poor momentary comfort; like reading some riddle of no use; like light got incidentally, by rubbing dark upon dark (say Voltaire flint upon Dryasdust gritstone), in those labyrinthic catacombs, if you are doomed to travel there.
— from History of Friedrich II of Prussia — Volume 14 by Thomas Carlyle
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