Freebsd Fortunes 2: 911 of 1371 |
A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet--
One perfect rose.
I knew the language of the floweret;
"My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
-- Dorothy Parker, "One Perfect Rose"
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 912 of 1371 |
A sinking ship gathers no moss.
-- Donald Kaul
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 913 of 1371 |
A small town that cannot support one lawyer can always support two.
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 914 of 1371 |
A Smith & Wesson beats four aces.
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 915 of 1371 |
A snake lurks in the grass.
-- Publius Vergilius Maro (Virgil)
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 916 of 1371 |
A social scientist, studying the culture and traditions of a small North
African tribe, found a woman still practicing the ancient art of matchmaking.
Locally, she was known as the Moor, the marrier.
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 917 of 1371 |
A society in which women are taught anything but the management of a family,
the care of men, and the creation of the future generation is a society
which is on its way out.
-- L. Ron Hubbard
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 918 of 1371 |
A soft answer turneth away wrath; but grievous words stir up anger.
-- Proverbs 15:1
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 919 of 1371 |
A soft drink turneth away company.
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 920 of 1371 |
A solemn, unsmiling, sanctimonious old iceberg
that looked like he was waiting for a vacancy in the Trinity.
-- Mark Twain
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