Common sense isn't.
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| Whoever makes a poor beer is transferred to the dung-hill. |
| ~Edict, City of Danzig, 11th Century ~ |
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| Ambition must be made to counteract ambition. The interest of the man must be connected with the constitutional rights of the place. It may be a reflection on human nature, that such devices should be necessary to control the abuses of government. But what is government itself, but the greatest of all reflections on human nature? If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary. In framing a government which is to be administered by men over men, the great difficulty lies in this: you must first enable the government to control the governed; and in the next place oblige it to control itself. |
| ~ Federalist, no. 51 (James Madison) ~ |
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| For a' that, and a' that, And twice as muckle 's a' that. |
| ~ Robert Burns, The Jolly Beggars. ~ |
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| Striving for the Inexpressible, the mind becomes completely clear. When thoughts turn away from desire, you are said to be "moving upstream." |
| ~Pleasure ~ |
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| Like the man who threw a stone at a bitch, but hit his step-mother, on which he exclaimed, "Not so bad!" |
| ~ Plutarch, On the Tranquillity of the Mind. ~ |
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| ... one of those most bizarre of mathematical concepts, a recipriversexcluson, a number whose existence can only be defined as being anything other than itself. |
| ~ Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy ~ |
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| And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few. |
| ~ William Wordsworth, Scorn not the Sonnet. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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