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It usually takes more than three weeks to prepare a good impromptu speech.
-- Mark Twain
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1776 of 2327 |
It was a book to kill time for those who liked it better dead.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1777 of 2327 |
It was a brave man that ate the first oyster.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1778 of 2327 |
It was a fine, sweet night, the nicest since my divorce, maybe the nicest
since the middle of my marriage. There was energy, softness, grace and
laughter. I even took my socks off. In my circle, that means class.
-- Andrew Bergman "The Big Kiss-off of 1944"
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1779 of 2327 |
It was a Roman who said it was sweet to die for one's country. The Greeks
never said it was sweet to die for anything. They had no vital lies.
-- Edith Hamilton, "The Greek Way"
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1780 of 2327 |
It was all so different before everything changed.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1781 of 2327 |
It was kinda like stuffing the wrong card in a computer,
when you're stickin' those artificial stimulants in your arm.
-- Dion, noted computer scientist
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1782 of 2327 |
It was one of those perfect summer days -- the sun was shining, a breeze
was blowing, the birds were singing, and the lawn mower was broken ...
--- James Dent
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1783 of 2327 |
It was one time too many
One word too few
It was all too much for me and you
There was one way to go
Nothing more we could do
One time too many
One word too few
-- Meredith Tanner
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1784 of 2327 |
It was Penguin lust... at its ugliest.
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