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The only people for me are the mad ones -- the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn
like fabulous yellow Roman candles.
-- Jack Kerouac, "On the Road"
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Linux Literature: 195 of 256 |
The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don't want, drink what
you don't like, and do what you'd rather not.
-- Mark Twain
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Linux Literature: 196 of 256 |
The Priest's grey nimbus in a niche where he dressed discreetly.
I will not sleep here tonight. Home also I cannot go.
A voice, sweetened and sustained, called to him from the sea.
Turning the curve he waved his hand. A sleek brown head, a seal's, far
out on the water, round. Usurper.
-- James Joyce, "Ulysses"
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Linux Literature: 197 of 256 |
The Public is merely a multiplied "me."
-- Mark Twain
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Linux Literature: 198 of 256 |
The ripest fruit falls first.
-- William Shakespeare, "Richard II"
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Linux Literature: 199 of 256 |
The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow; there is no humor in Heaven.
-- Mark Twain
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Linux Literature: 200 of 256 |
The smallest worm will turn being trodden on.
-- William Shakespeare, "Henry VI"
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Linux Literature: 201 of 256 |
The surest protection against temptation is cowardice.
-- Mark Twain
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Linux Literature: 202 of 256 |
The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with
commoner things. It is chief of the world's luxuries, king by the grace of God
over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the
angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took; we know it because
she repented.
-- Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar"
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The very ink with which all history is written is merely fluid prejudice.
-- Mark Twain
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