Common sense isn't.
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No government can help the destinies of people who insist in putting sectional and class consciousness ahead of general weal. |
~ Franklin D. Roosevelt (18821945), U.S. president. The Wit and Wisdom of Franklin D. Roosevelt, Government and Democracy, p. 33, eds. Peter and Helen Beilenson, Peter Pauper Press (1982). ~ |
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Can we ever have too much of a good thing? |
~ Cervantes, Don Quixote. Part i. Book i. Chap. vi. ~ |
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For my part, I had rather be the first man among these fellows than the second man in Rome. |
~ Plutarch, Life of Cæsar. ~ |
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God put me on this Earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I'm so far behind I'm never going to die! |
~ Unknown ~ |
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If an individual has a sufficient spiritual base, he won't let himself be overwhelmed by the lure of technology and by the madness of possession. He or she will know how to find the right balance, without asking for too much, and know how to say: I have a camera, that's enough, I don't want another. The constant danger is to open the door to greed, one of our most relentless enemies. It is here that the real work of the mind is put into practice. |
~ The Path to Tranquility, March 22, 14th Dalai Lama ~ |
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Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart! |
~ Lord Byron, Maid of Athens. ~ |
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No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. |
~ John Milton, Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 173. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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