Common sense isn't.
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| And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. |
| ~ John Milton, Il Penseroso. Line 49. ~ |
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| What is an atheist, but one who does not, or will not, see in the universe a ruling principle of love; and what a misanthrope, but one who does not, or will not, see in man a ruling principle of kindness? |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. The Confidence-Man (1857), ch. 28, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 10, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1984). Spoken by the cosmopolitan. ~ |
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| From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God." |
| ~ Robert Burns, The Cotter's Saturday Night. ~ |
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| A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. |
| ~ Cervantes, Don Quixote. Part i. Book iv. Chap. iv. ~ |
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| There is an ancient saying, famous among men, that thou shouldst not judge fully of a man's life before he dieth, whether it should be called blest or wretched. |
| ~ Sophocles, Trachiniæ, 1. ~ |
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| Ha, ha, my ship! thou mightiest well be taken now for the sea- chariot of the sun. Ho, ho! all ye nations before my prow, I bring the sun to ye! Yoke on the further billows ... I drive the sea! |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. Captain Ahab, in Moby Dick, ch. 124 (1851). ~ |
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| Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 3. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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