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    In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, they had five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

    August 10, 2018 by 5|\/|l73 in Literature  ID#:648144
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    The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.

    March 16, 2018 by aschrage in Literature  ID#:645214
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    Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.

    March 4, 2018 by log in Literature  ID#:645054
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    As happens sometimes a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. And then the moment was gone.

    May 21, 2010 by jenster in Literature  ID#:288239
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    Nothing is hidden that will not be made known; nothing is secret that will not come to light.

    March 10, 2010 by toniiris in Literature  ID#:271910
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    Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.

    September 20, 2007 by u-no-mi in Literature  ID#:141361
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    Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting.

    August 20, 2007 by OutSider in Literature  ID#:137835
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    It is truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

    July 14, 2006 by christopherperry in Literature  ID#:84554
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    From childhood's hour I have not been
    As others were; I have not seen
    As others saw; I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring.
    From the same source I have not taken
    My sorrow; I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone;
    And all I loved, I loved alone.
    Then–in my childhood, in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life–was drawn
    From every depth of good and ill
    The mystery which binds me still:
    From the torrent, or the fountain,
    From the red cliff of the mountain,
    From the sun that round me rolled
    In its autumn tint of gold,
    From the lightning in the sky
    As it passed me flying by,
    From the thunder and the storm,
    And the cloud that took the form
    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
    Of a demon in my view.

    November 3, 2005 by fire_starter118 in Literature  ID#:52146
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    Natures first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold,
    Her early leafs a flower,
    But only so an hour,
    Then leaf subsides to leaf,
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down today,
    Nothing gold can stay.

    February 21, 2005 by KrzyK8e in Literature  ID#:32087