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Why is the alphabet in that order? Is it because of that song?
-- Stephen Wright
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Why isn't there a special name for the tops of your feet?
-- Lily Tomlin
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| Freebsd Fortunes 7: 641 of 1340 |
Why isn't there some cheap and easy
way to prove how much she means to me?
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| Freebsd Fortunes 7: 642 of 1340 |
Why my thoughts are my own, when they are in, but when they are out they
are another's.
-- Susanna Martin, executed for witchcraft, 1681
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| Freebsd Fortunes 7: 643 of 1340 |
Why not? -- What? -- Why not? -- Why should I not send it? -- Why should I
not dispatch it? -- Why not? -- Strange! I don't know why I shouldn't --
Well, then -- You will do me this favor. -- Why not? -- Why should you not
do it? -- Why not? -- Strange! I shall do the same for you, when you want
me to. Why not? Why should I not do it for you? Strange! Why not? --
I can't think why not.
-- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, from a letter to his cousin Maria,
"The Definitive Biography of PDQ Bach", Peter Schickele
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| Freebsd Fortunes 7: 644 of 1340 |
Why not go out on a limb?
Isn't that where the fruit is?
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| Freebsd Fortunes 7: 645 of 1340 |
Why on earth do people buy old bottles of wine when they can get a
fresh one for a quarter of the price?
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| Freebsd Fortunes 7: 646 of 1340 |
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
-- Oscar Wilde
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Why, when no honest man will deny in private that every ultimate problem is
wrapped in the profoundest mystery, do honest men proclaim in pulpits that
unhesitating certainty is the duty of the most foolish and ignorant? Is it
not a spectacle to make the angels laugh? We are a company of ignorant
beings, feeling our way through mists and darkness, learning only be
incessantly repeated blunders, obtaining a glimmering of truth by falling
into every conceivable error, dimly discerning light enough for our daily
needs, but hopelessly differing whenever we attempt to describe the ultimate
origin or end of our paths; and yet, when one of us ventures to declare that
we don't know the map of the universe as well as the map of our infintesimal
parish, he is hooted, reviled, and perhaps told that he will be damned to all
eternity for his faithlessness.
-- Leslie Stephen, "An Agnostic's Apology",
Fortnightly Review, 1876
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Why won't you let me kiss you goodnight? Is it something I said?
-- Tom Ryan
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