| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1113 of 1371 |
Agree with them now, it will save so much time.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1114 of 1371 |
Ah, but a man's grasp should exceed his reach,
Or what's a heaven for ?
-- Robert Browning, "Andrea del Sarto"
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Ah, my friends, from the prison, they ask unto me,
"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
And I answer them most mysteriously:
"Are birds free from the chains of the sky-way?"
-- Bob Dylan
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1116 of 1371 |
Ah, sweet Springtime, when a young man lightly turns his fancy over!
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1117 of 1371 |
Ah, the Tsar's bazaar's bizarre beaux-arts!
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1118 of 1371 |
Ahead warp factor one, Mr. Sulu.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1119 of 1371 |
Ahhhhhh... the smell of cuprinol and mahogany. It
excites me to... acts of passion... acts of... ineptitude.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1120 of 1371 |
Aide to Raygun: Sir, the poor are outside protesting your budget cuts.
Raygun himself: Tell them they'll have to help themselves.
Aide to Raygun: Sir, the Pentagon wants another $30 billion.
Raygun himself: Tell them to help themselves.
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Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.
-- W. Clement Stone
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Ain't no right way to do a wrong thing.
-- The Mad Dogtender
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