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All God's children are not beautiful. Most of God's children are, in fact,
barely presentable.
-- Fran Lebowitz, "Metropolitan Life"
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All Gods were immortal.
-- Stanislaw J. Lem, "Unkempt Thoughts"
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1167 of 1371 |
All great discoveries are made by mistake.
-- Young
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1168 of 1371 |
All great ideas are controversial, or have been at one time.
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1169 of 1371 |
All heiresses are beautiful.
-- John Dryden
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1170 of 1371 |
All his life he has looked away... to the horizon, to the sky,
to the future. Never his mind on where he was, on what he was doing.
-- Yoda
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1171 of 1371 |
All hope abandon, ye who enter here!
-- Dante Alighieri
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1172 of 1371 |
All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy.
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1173 of 1371 |
All I kin say is when you finds yo'self wanderin' in a peach orchard,
ya don't go lookin' for rutabagas.
-- Kingfish
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1174 of 1371 |
All I know is what the words know, and dead things, and that
makes a handsome little sum, with a beginning and a middle and
an end, as in the well-built phrase and the long sonata of the dead.
-- Samuel Beckett
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