Common sense isn't.
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| That all may be so, but when I begin to exercise that power I am not conscious of the power, but only of the limitations imposed on me. |
| ~ William Howard Taft (1857–1930), U.S. president. Letter, Butt to his sister-in-law, Clara F. Butt, March 22, 1909. Archie Butt, Taft and Roosevelt: The Intimate Letters of Archie Butt, Military Aide, 1: 26, Doubleday, Doran & Company (1930). Reporter Al Lewis told Butt that the press was getting very angry with Taft, who did not give out press releases every hour, as Roosevelt had done. ~ |
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| God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency. |
| ~ Robert Browning, Cenciaja. ~ |
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| Do not let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do. |
| ~John Wooden ~ |
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| The sailor is frankness, the landsman is finesse. Life is not a game with the sailor, demanding the long head—no intricate game of chess where few moves are made in straight-forwardness and ends are attained by indirection, an oblique, tedious, barren game hardly worth that poor candle burnt out in playing it. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. Billy Budd, Sailor (posthumous), ch 16, eds. Harrison Hayford and Merton M. Sealts, Jr. (1962). ~ |
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| Pyramids still loom before me—something vast, indefinite, incomprehensible, and awful. |
| ~ Herman Melville (1819–1891), U.S. author. journal, Jan. 3, 1857. Journals, vol. 15, The Writings of Herman Melville, eds. Howard C. Horsford and Lynn Horth (1989). ~ |
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| Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings. |
| ~ Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i. Stanza 82. ~ |
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| It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. |
| ~ John Milton, Lycidas. Line 100. ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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