Common sense isn't.
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| I have been accompanied with many sorrows, with labour, hunger, heat, sickness, and peril; it appeareth, notwithstanding, that I made no other bravado of going to the sea, than was meant. |
| ~ -Dedication Sir Walter Raleigh ~ |
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| A brotherhood of venerable trees. |
| ~ William Wordsworth, Sonnet composed at ---- Castle. ~ |
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| Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray. |
| ~ John Dryden, Britannia Rediviva. Line 1. ~ |
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| If one is born and does not study, then it is the same as having not been born; if one studies and does not know the way, then it is the same as having not studied; if one does not act upon what one knows, then it is the same as not knowing. |
| ~ [Kaibara, Ekiken] ~ |
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| Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks. |
| ~ Euripides, Ĉolus. Frag. 38. ~ |
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| Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold. |
| ~ William Wordsworth, Desultory Stanza. ~ |
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| ... I watched the sea barely swelling at that hour with an exhausted motion, and I satisfied the two thirsts one cannot long neglect without drying up - I mean loving and admiring. For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving. All of us, today, are dying of this misfortune. For violence and hatred dry up the heart itself; the long fight for justice exhausts the love that nevertheless gave birth to it. In the clamor in which we live, love is impossible and justice does not suffice. |
| ~ The Myth of Sisyphus, Return to Tipasa, Albert Camus (1913 - 1960) ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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