Common sense isn't.
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| In our man-of-war world, Life comes in at one gangway and Death goes overboard at the other. Under the man-of-war scourge, curses mix with tears; and the sigh and the sob furnish the bass to the shrill octave of those who laugh to drown buried griefs of their own. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. White-Jacket (1850), ch. 83, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 5, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1969). ~ |
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| But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. |
| ~ Robert Burns, Ae Fond Kiss. ~ |
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| He knows himself, and all that’s in him, who knows adversity. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. Mardi (1849), ch. 180, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 3, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1970). Spoken by Babbalanja, the philosopher. ~ |
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| To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. |
| ~ John Milton, Lycidas. Line 193. ~ |
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| So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape. |
| ~ John Milton, Comus. Line 453. ~ |
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| Just as a bee extracts the flower's nectar without disturbing the flower's color or scent, the Sage moves through the town and quickly passes on. |
| ~Flowers ~ |
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| Whistling to keep myself from being afraid. |
| ~ John Dryden, Amphitryon. Act iii. Sc. 1. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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