Common sense isn't.
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| Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? |
| ~ Christopher Marlowe, Hero and Leander. ~ |
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| The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. Captain Ahab, in Moby Dick, ch. 119 (1851). ~ |
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| Until you value yourself, you won't value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it. |
| ~ M. Scott Peck ~ |
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| Being deprived of hope is not despairing. The flames of earth are surely worth celestial perfumes. Neither I nor anyone can judge them here. They are not striving to be better; they are attempting to be consistent. If the term "wise man" can be applied to the man who lives on what he has without speculating on what he has not, then they are wise men. |
| ~ The Myth of Sisyphus, The Absurd Man, Conquest, Albert Camus (1913 - 1960) ~ |
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| Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 27. ~ |
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| When the wise replace carelessness with care, they climb to the clear heights of wisdom and calmly gaze upon the mass of suffering beings, like someone on a mountain peak gazing on the plain. |
| ~Vigilance ~ |
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| I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb. Ineffable socialities are in me. I would sit down and dine with you and all the gods in old Rome’s Pantheon. It is a strange feeling—no hopefulness is in it, no despair. Content—that is it; and irresponsibility; but without licentious inclination. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. letter, Nov. 17?, 1851, to Nathaniel Hawthorne. Correspondence, vol. 14, The Writings of Herman Melville, ed. Lynn Horth (1993). On Moby-Dick. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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