Common sense isn't.
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| In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar! |
| ~ Lord Byron, Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 17. ~ |
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| From man's sweat and God's love, beer came into the world. |
| ~Saint Arnoldus ~ |
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| She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife. |
| ~ Lord Byron, The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 3. ~ |
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| Better than making hundreds of offerings for thousands of months in a row is a single moment of honor paid to the master of meditation. Such respect is better by far than a hundred years of making sacrifices. |
| ~Thousands ~ |
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| As a man-of-war that sails through the sea, so this earth that sails through the air. We mortals are all on board a fast-sailing, never-sinking world-frigate, of which God was the shipwright; and she is but one craft in a Milky-Way fleet, of which God is the Lord High Admiral. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. White-Jacket “The End” (1850), The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 5, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1969). ~ |
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| Let us waive that agitated national topic, as to whether such multitudes of foreign poor should be landed on our American shores; let us waive it, with the one only thought, that if they can get here, they have God’s right to come. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. Redburn (1849), ch. 58, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 4, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1969). ~ |
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| The precious porcelain of human clay. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 11. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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