“Ah thought that every cunt over twenty was a toss an no worth speakin tae, until ah hit twenty. The mair ah see, the mair ah think ah wis right. After that it's aw ugly compromise, aw timid surrender, progressively until death.”

Sens-plastique

Exclamation made by Göring in November 1938, soon after Kristallnacht. He returned from a day of dealing with the aftermath of the vandalism and looting to find his wife Emmy asking him to help Jewish friends of hers yet again, and the following day, received a note from Hitler, indicating this assistance must stop. As quoted in The Reich Marshal: A Biography of Hermann Goering (1974) by Leonard Mosley, p. 229.
Context: Now you see. You are even turning the Fuehrer against me. Ah, the Jews, the Jews, they'll be the death of me yet!

Choric Song, st. 4
The Lotos-Eaters (1832)
Context: Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?
Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast,
And in a little while our lips are dumb.
Let us alone. What is it that will last?
All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
Let us alone. What pleasure can we have
To war with evil? Is there any peace
In ever climbing up the climbing wave?
All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave
In silence; ripen, fall and cease:
Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.

Source: The Age of Innocence

Source: Destined

Source: The Count of Monte Cristo

Ah! comme vous dites, il faut glisser sur bien des pensées, et ne faire pas semblant de les voir.
Lettres, 70.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

Source: Blue Mars (1996), Chapter 12, “It Goes So Fast” (p. 603)

By Still Waters (1906)