Common sense isn't.
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| “He’s asleep, ain’t he?” “With kings and counsellors,” murmured I. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. “Bartleby” (1853), The Piazza Tales and Other Prose Pieces 1839-1860, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 9, eds. Harrison Hayford, Alma A. MacDougall, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1987). An exchange prompted by Bartleby’s death. ~ |
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| But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. |
| ~ William Wordsworth, Yarrow Visited. ~ |
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| It is most unlikely that we shall actually be able to take on the sufferings of others and give them our happiness. When such transference between beings does occur it is the result of some very strong unbroken karmic connection from the past. |
| ~ The Path to Tranquility, November 3, 14th Dalai Lama ~ |
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| Quote of the moment |
| Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind. |
| ~ Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 98.; George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron. (1788-1824) ~ |
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| "Pooh!" squeaked the voice. "It's Piglet!" cried Pooh eagerly. "Where are you?" "Underneath," said Piglet in and underneath sort of way. "Underneath what?" "You," squeaked Piglet. "Get up!" |
| ~ -- Things become clearer _The House at Pooh Corner_, p. 40 ~ |
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| Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to . . . hide the bodies of those people I had to kill because they pissed me off. |
| ~ Unknown ~ |
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| I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all. |
| ~ Cervantes, Don Quixote. Part i. Book. iii. Chap. xi. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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