Common sense isn't.
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| Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! |
| ~ Robert Burns, Tam o' Shanter. ~ |
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| you might be a physics major... ...if the "fun" center of your brain has deteriorated from lack of use. |
| ~ physics humor ~ |
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| He who has never failed somewhere, that man can not be great. Failure is the true test of greatness. And if it be said, that continual success is a proof that a man wisely knows his powers,—it is only to be added, that, in that case, he knows them to be small. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. “Hawthorne and His Mosses” (1850), 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). ~ |
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| Writing has laws of perspective, of night and shade, just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself. |
| ~ (Truman Capote, 1958) in How to Sell 75% of Your Freelance Writing, Gordon Burgett ~ |
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| Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun. |
| ~ John Milton, Comus. Line 373. ~ |
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| Would puzzle a convocation of casuists to resolve their degrees of consanguinity. |
| ~ Cervantes, Don Quixote. Part i. Book. iii. Chap. viii. ~ |
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| Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caress More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties-give me a cigar! |
| ~ Lord Byron, The Island. Canto ii. Stanza 19. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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