Common sense isn't.
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| There is no way to escape death, it is just like trying to escape when you are surrounded by four great mountains touching the sky. There is no escape from these four mountains of birth, old age, sickness, and death. Aging destroys youth, sickness destroys health, degeneration of life destroys all excellent qualities, and death destroys life. Even if you are a great runner, you cannot run away from death. You cannot stop death with your wealth, through your magic performances or recitation of mantras, or even your medicines. Therefore, it is wise to prepare for your death. |
| ~ The Path to Tranquility, September 23, 14th Dalai Lama ~ |
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| Your Englishman is rather reserved, and your Yankee, he does not fancy that sort of thing in anybody but himself. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. Moby-Dick (1851), ch. 53, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 6, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1988). On the coolness between crewmen. ~ |
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| The bane of all that dread the Devil. |
| ~ William Wordsworth, The Idiot Boy. ~ |
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| For the profit of travel: in the first place, you get rid of a few prejudices.... The prejudiced against color finds several hundred millions of people of all shades of color, and all degrees of intellect, rank, and social worth, generals, judges, priests, and kings, and learns to give up his foolish prejudice. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. “Traveling” (1859-60), 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). A lecture. ~ |
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| To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art. |
| ~ Oliver Goldsmith, The Deserted Village. Line 253. ~ |
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| A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day. |
| ~ Oliver Goldsmith, Description of an Author's Bed-chamber. ~ |
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| Which makes life itself a lie, Flattering dust with eternity. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Sardanapalus. Act i. Sc. 2. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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