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A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.
Therefore, a man without a woman is like a bicycle without a fish.
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A woman's best protection is a little money of her own.
-- Clare Booth Luce, quoted in "The Wit of Women"
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A woman's place is in the house... and in the Senate.
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A word to the wise is enough.
-- Miguel de Cervantes
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A would-be disciple came to Nasrudin's hut on the mountain-side. Knowing
that every action of such an enlightened one is significant, the seeker
watched the teacher closely. "Why do you blow on your hands?" "To warm
myself in the cold." Later, Nasrudin poured bowls of hot soup for himself
and the newcomer, and blew on his own. "Why are you doing that, Master?"
"To cool the soup." Unable to trust a man who uses the same process
to arrive at two different results -- hot and cold -- the disciple departed.
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A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call
what he writes fiction.
-- William Faulkner
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A yawn is a silent shout.
-- G.K. Chesterton
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A year spent in Artificial Intelligence is enough to make one believe in God.
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A young girl once committed suicide because her mother refused her a new
bonnet. Coroner's verdict: "Death from excessive spunk."
-- Sacramento Daily Union, September 13, 1860
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A young man and his girlfriend were walking along Main Street when she spotted
a beautiful diamond ring in a jewelry-store window. "Wow, I'd sure love to
have that!" she gushed.
"No problem," her companion replied, throwing a brick through the
window and grabbing the ring.
A few blocks later, the woman admired a full-length sable coat. "What
I'd give to own that," she said, sighing.
"No problem," he said, throwing a brick through the window and grabbing
the coat.
Finally, turning for home, they passed a car dealership. "Boy, I'd do
anything for one of those Rolls-Royces," she said.
"Jeez, baby," the guy moaned, "you think I'm made of bricks?"
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