Common sense isn't.
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| In my hot youth, when George the Third was king. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 212. ~ |
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| I want to see you shoot the way you shout. |
| ~ Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919), U.S. Republican (later Progressive) politician, president. Address, October 1917, Madison Square Garden, New York. ~ |
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| True practitioners are unaffected by external pressures and their own emotions; they are free to secure the temporary and ultimate benefits of both themselves and others. They remain independent, fear nothing, and are never at odds with themselves. Always peaceful, they are friendly with all, and everything they say is helpful. Wherever we go, let us be humble and avoid being noisy or bossy. Let us not hurt other people's feelings or cause them to act negatively. |
| ~ The Path to Tranquility, August 10, 14th Dalai Lama ~ |
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| The subject of this Essay is not the so-called Liberty of the Will, so unfortunately opposed to the misnamed doctrine of Philosophical Necessity; but Civil, or Social Liberty: the nature and limits of the power which can be legitimately exercised by society over the individual. |
| ~ John Stuart Mill ~ |
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| As long as you are not completely enlightened there will always be an inner obstruction to knowledge that will make your task of helping others incomplete. |
| ~ The Path to Tranquility, February 9, 14th Dalai Lama ~ |
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| No caparisons, miss, if you please. Caparisons don't become a young woman. |
| ~ Richard Sheridan, The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 2. ~ |
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| It is not a piece of fine feminine Spitalfields silk—but is of the horrible texture of a fabric that should be woven of ships’ cables & hausers. A Polar wind blows through it, & birds of prey hover over it. Warn all gentle fastidious people from so much as peeping into the book—on risk of a lumbago & sciatics. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. letter, Sept. 12 or 19?, 1851, to Sarah Huyler Morewood. Correspondence, vol. 14, The Writings of Herman Melville, ed. Lynn Horth (1993). On Moby-Dick. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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