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We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
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Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.
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She sent him a warm and gentle wind, and Lord Odysseus was happy as he set his sails to catch the breeze. He sat beside the steering oar and used his skill to steer the raft.
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Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.
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A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.
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It's about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!
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What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
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Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.
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But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
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The skin of the coward changes color all the time, he can't get a grip on himself, he can't sit still, he squats and rocks, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his heart racing, pounding inside the fellow's ribs, his teeth chattering. He dreads some grisly death. But the skin of a brave soldier never blanches. He's all control. Tense but no great fear.
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By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
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If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.
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The information superhighway showed the average person what some nerd thinks about Star Trek.
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Do I know what rhetorical means?
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The whims of youth break all the rules.
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Everything flows and nothing stays.
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Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.
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Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.
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I didn't lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!
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I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.
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It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.
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I'm a people person...who drinks.
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Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
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A man's life breath cannot come back again-- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.