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When I grow up, I want to be an honest
lawyer so things like that can't happen.
-- Richard Nixon, as a boy, on the Teapot Dome scandal
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 359 of 1340 |
When I have one foot in the grave I will tell the truth about women. I
shall tell it, jump into my coffin, pull the lid over me, and say, "Do
what you like now."
-- Tolstoy
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 360 of 1340 |
When I hear a man applauded by the mob I always feel a pang of pity
for him. All he has to do to be hissed is to live long enough.
-- H.L. Mencken, "Minority Report"
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 361 of 1340 |
When I kill, the only thing I feel is recoil.
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 362 of 1340 |
When I said "we", officer, I was referring to
myself, the four young ladies, and, of course, the goat.
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 363 of 1340 |
When I saw a sign on the freeway that said, "Los Angeles 445 miles," I said
to myself, "I've got to get out of this lane."
-- Franklyn Ajaye
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 364 of 1340 |
When I say the magic word to all these people, they will vanish forever.
I will then say the magic words to you, and you, too, will vanish -- never
to be seen again.
-- Kurt Vonnegut Jr., "Between Time and Timbuktu"
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 365 of 1340 |
When I sell liquor, it's called bootlegging; when my patrons serve
it on silver trays on Lake Shore Drive, it's called hospitality.
-- Al Capone
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 366 of 1340 |
When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke, Sixty years in these folks' world
A dance that's walked The child I works for calls me girl
A song that's spoke, I say "Yes ma'am" for working's sake.
I laugh so hard I almost choke Too proud to bend
When I think about myself. Too poor to break,
I laugh until my stomach ache,
When I think about myself.
My folks can make me split my side,
I laughed so hard I nearly died,
The tales they tell, sound just like lying,
They grow the fruit,
But eat the rind,
I laugh until I start to crying,
When I think about my folks.
-- Maya Angelou
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 367 of 1340 |
When I was 16, I thought there was no hope for my father.
By the time I was 20, he had made great improvement.
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