Common sense isn't.
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| [At a funeral service a minister is speaking of the deceased as being] "already with the One" (God). But to her, death was the end of everything. At one with the One, it didn't mean a thing beside a glass of Guinness on a sunny day. |
| ~Graham Greene, Brighton Rock, 1938 ~ |
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| The timely dew of sleep. |
| ~ John Milton, Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 614. ~ |
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| He said they that were serious in ridiculous matters would be ridiculous in serious affairs. |
| ~ Plutarch, Roman Apophthegms. Cato the Elder. ~ |
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| But Beeblebrox you know, he is one of my most profitable clients. He has personality problems beyond the dreams of analysts. Vell, Zaphod's just zis guy, you know? |
| ~ Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy ~ |
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| When you have shut your doors, and darkened your room, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; but God is within, and your genius is within,-and what need have they of light to see what you are doing? |
| ~ Epictetus, Discourses. Chap. xiv. ~ |
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| "What---is---this?" he said at last. "This is a child!" Haigha replied eagerly, coming in front of Alice to introduce her, and spreading out both his hands towards her in an Anglo-Saxon attitude. "We found it to-day. It's as large as life, and twice as natural!" |
| ~ Through the Looking-Glass Chapter vii ~ |
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| But seldom the laurel wreath is seen Unmixed with pensive pansies dark; There’s a light and a shadow on every man Who at last attains his lifted mark— Nursing through night the ethereal spark. Elate he never can be; He feels that spirits which glad had hailed his worth, Sleep in oblivion.—The shark Glides white through the phosphorus sea. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. poet, novelist. Commemorative of a Naval Victory (l. 19–27). . . Selected Poems of Herman Melville. Hennig Cohen, ed. (1991) Fordham University Press. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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