Common sense isn't.
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| Statesmen are not only liable to give an account of what they say or do in public, but there is a busy inquiry made into their very meals, beds, marriages, and every other sportive or serious action. |
| ~ Plutarch, Political Precepts. ~ |
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| There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man; also it may be said, there is no life of a man, faithfully recorded, but is a heroic poem of its sort, rhymed or unrhymed. |
| ~ Thomas Carlyle, Sir Walter Scott. London and Westminster Review, 1838. ~ |
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| That blessed mood, In which the burden of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened. |
| ~ William Wordsworth, Lines completed a few miles above Tintern Abbey. ~ |
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| The final test of a leader is that he leaves behind him in other men the conviction and the will to carry on.... The genius of a good leader is to leave behind him a situation which common sense, without the grace of genius, can deal with successfully. |
| ~ Walter Lippmann (1889–1974), U.S. journalist. repr. in The Essential Lippman, pt. 10, sct. 5 (1982). “Roosevelt Is Gone,” New York Herald Tribune (April 14, 1945). ~ |
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| "I beg your pardon?" said Alice. "It isn't respectable to beg," said the King. |
| ~ Through the Looking-Glass Chapter vii ~ |
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| And truant husband should return, and say, "My dear, I was the first who came away." |
| ~ Lord Byron, Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 141. ~ |
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| There is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. Mardi (1849), ch. 55, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 3, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1970). ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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