Common sense isn't.
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| If the States cannot live together in harmony under the auspices of such a Government as exists, and in the midst of blessings such as have been the fruits of it, what is the prospect threatened by an abolition of a common government, with all the rivalships, collisions, and animosities inseparable from such an event? |
| ~ Letter to Mathew Carey, July 27, 1831 (James Madison, IV, page 192) ~ |
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| >consult guide about peril-sensitive sunglasses The Guide checks through its Sub-Etha-Net database and eventually comes up with the following entry: A must for the serious hitchhiker, peril-sensitive sunglasses darken at the first hint of danger, thus shielding the wearer from seeing anything alarming. Recommended brand: Joo Janta. |
| ~ Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy ~ |
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| Talk to me not of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the sun if it insulted me. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. Moby-Dick (1851), ch. 36, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 6, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1988). Spoken by Captain Ahab. ~ |
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| Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. |
| ~ William Wordsworth, The Tables Turned. ~ |
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| This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passynge to and fro; Deeth is an ende of every worldly soore. |
| ~ Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?-1400), British poet. ~ |
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| Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. |
| ~ John Milton, Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 540. ~ |
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| And her face so fair Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Don Juan. Canto iv. Stanza 29. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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