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Have no friends not equal to yourself.
-- Confucius
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 2090 of 2182 |
Have the courage to take your own thoughts
seriously, for they will shape you.
-- Albert Einstein
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 2091 of 2182 |
Have you ever felt like a wounded cow
halfway between an oven and a pasture?
walking in a trance toward a pregnant
seventeen-year-old housewife's
two-day-old cookbook?
-- Richard Brautigan
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 2092 of 2182 |
Have you ever met a man of good character where women are concerned?
Well, I haven't. I find that whenever a woman becomes friends with me,
she becomes jealous, exacting, suspicious, and a damn nuisance; and
whenever I become friends with a woman, I become selfish and tyrannical.
So here I am, Pickering, a confirmed old bachelor and very likely to
remain so.
-- Henry Higgins, "My Fair Lady"
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 2093 of 2182 |
Have you ever noticed that the people who are always trying
to tell you `there's a time for work and a time for play'
never find the time for play?
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 2094 of 2182 |
Have you flogged your kid today?
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 2095 of 2182 |
Have you locked your file cabinet?
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 2096 of 2182 |
Have you noticed that all you need to grow healthy,
vigorous grass is a crack in your sidewalk?
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 2097 of 2182 |
Have you seen the latest Japanese camera? Apparently it is so fast it can
photograph an American with his mouth shut!
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 2098 of 2182 |
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
Kicking up the papers in his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hands hang loosely at his side
Yesterdays papers, telling yesterdays news.
How can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand
Lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind...
Have you seen the old man outside the sea-mans mission
Memories fading like the metal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care...
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