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| At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. |
| ~ William Wordsworth, Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5. ~ |
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| Things true and evident must of necessity be recognized by those who would contradict them. |
| ~ Epictetus, Concerning the Epicureans. Chap. xx. ~ |
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| Well, I am chiefly interested in the renomination, so don’t get disconsolate over that. If we lost the election I shall feel that the party is rejected, whereas if I fail to secure the renomination it will be a personal defeat. |
| ~ William Howard Taft (1857–1930), U.S. president. Letter, Butt to his sister-in-law, Clara F. Butt, November 24, 1911. Archie Butt, Taft and Roosevelt: The Intimate Letters of Archie Butt, Military Aide, 2: 768, Doubleday, Doran & Company (1930). Taft was replying to Mrs. Taft, who had said, “I think you will be renominated, but I don’t see any chance for the election.” ~ |
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| I don’t pity any man who does hard work worth doing. I admire him. I pity the creature who does not work, at whichever end of the social scale he may regard himself as being. |
| ~ Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919), U.S. Republican (later Progressive) politician, president. speech, Sept. 8, 1902, Chattanooga, Tenn. ~ |
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| O gracious God! how far have we Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy! |
| ~ John Dryden, Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 56. ~ |
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| Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. Moby-Dick (1851), ch. 41, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 6, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1988). ~ |
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| A marchant was therwith a forked berd, In mottelee, and hye on horse he sat, Upon his heed a Flaundryssh bevere hat, His bootes clasped faire and fetisly. His resons he spak ful solempnely, |
| ~ Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?-1400), British poet. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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