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I fell asleep reading a dull book, and I dreamt that I was reading on,
so I woke up from sheer boredom.
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Linux Literature: 83 of 256 |
I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.
-- Mark Twain
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Linux Literature: 84 of 256 |
I must have a prodigious quantity of mind; it takes me as much as a
week sometimes to make it up.
-- Mark Twain, "The Innocents Abroad"
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Linux Literature: 85 of 256 |
I reverently believe that the maker who made us all makes everything in New
England, but the weather. I don't know who makes that, but I think it must be
raw apprentices in the weather-clerks factory who experiment and learn how, in
New England, for board and clothes, and then are promoted to make weather for
countries that require a good article, and will take their custom elsewhere
if they don't get it.
-- Mark Twain
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Linux Literature: 86 of 256 |
I think we are in Rats' Alley where the dead men lost their bones.
-- T.S. Eliot
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Linux Literature: 87 of 256 |
I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn't know.
-- Mark Twain
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Linux Literature: 88 of 256 |
I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I
will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all
Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they
teach. Oh, tell me that I may sponge away the writing on this stone!
-- Charles Dickens
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Linux Literature: 89 of 256 |
"I wonder", he said to himself, "what's in a book while it's closed. Oh, I
know it's full of letters printed on paper, but all the same, something must
be happening, because as soon as I open it, there's a whole story with people
I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures and battles."
-- Bastian B. Bux
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I'll burn my books.
-- Christopher Marlowe
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I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;
And from that full meridian of my glory
I haste now to my setting. I shall fall,
Like a bright exhalation in the evening
And no man see me more.
-- Shakespeare
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