Charlie Woman... woe-man... whoooa-man. She was a thief, you got to believe, she stole my heart and my cat. Judy, Betty, Josie and those hot Pussycats... they made me horny, on Saturday morning... girls of cartoo-ins will leave me in ruins... I want to to be Betty's Barney. Jane... get me off this crazy thing... called love.
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To be one's own master is to be the slave of self.
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The advantage of love at first sight is that it delays a second sight.
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Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men?
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Renouncement: the heroism of mediocrity.
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There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.
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If we keep an open mind, too much is likely to fall into it.
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Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists, when you can ignore them like wise men
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Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists, when you can ignore them like wise men?
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Youth is not a question of years: one is young or old from birth.
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Novels are longer than life.
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Fatalism is the lazy man's way of accepting the inevitable.
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Eternity -- waste of time.
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Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.
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Most virtue is a demand for greater seduction.
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How many inner resources one needs to tolerate a life of leisure without fatigue
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Would that well-thinking people should be replaced by thinking ones.
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JESUS LOVES YOU! ...but then again, so does Barney.
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He grounds the warship he walks on.
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Above all, I would not expect a wise race, at great expense, to set loose an army of self-replicating robots.
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