Common sense isn't.
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| I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling! |
| ~ Robert Burns, Epistle to a Young Friend. ~ |
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| Speech and bodily activities which accompany mental process must not be allowed to run on in an indiscreet, unbridled, random way. Just as a trainer disciplines and calms a wild and willful steed by subjecting it to skillful and prolonged training, so must the wild, wandering, random activities of body and speech be tamed to make them docile, righteous, and skillful. Therefore, the teachings of Lord Buddha comprise three graded categories for disciplining the mind: shila (training in higher conduct); samadhi (training in higher meditation); and prajna (training in higher wisdom). |
| ~ The Path to Tranquility, November 14, 14th Dalai Lama ~ |
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| Some books are lies frae end to end. |
| ~ Robert Burns, Death and Dr. Hornbook. ~ |
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| In all our contacts it is probably the sense of being really needed and wanted which gives us the greatest satisfaction and creates the most lasting bond. |
| ~ Eleanor Roosevelt (1884–1962), First Lady of the United States, author, speaker, and diplomat. This Is My Story, ch. 18 (1937). ~ |
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| To err is human, to purr is feline. |
| ~Robert Byrne ~ |
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| I came hither [Craigenputtoch] solely with the design to simplify my way of life and to secure the independence through which I could be enabled to remain true to myself. |
| ~ Thomas Carlyle, Letter to Goethe, 1828. ~ |
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| Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin,-his control Stops with the shore. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv. Stanza 179. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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