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Gender and the complications it gives rise to simply aren't relevant to the lives appliances lead.

These are dangerous times. Never have so many people had so much access to so much knowledge and yet have been so resistant to learning anything.

Masters's, as a way of getting her son out of

Giving freaks a pass is the oldest tradition in Montana.

He paused long enough for me to consider how wonderful life could be when it had great literature-style items, such as coincidence and fate and elegant ironies.

By my faith the fool has feathered his nest well.

Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth...

There is not a room in anie mans house, but is pestred and close packed with a camp royeale of divels.

Why shoulde I goe gadding and fisgigging after firking flantado Amphibologies, wit is wit, and good will is good will.

No remedie there was but I must helpe to furnish him with monie, I did so, as who wil not make his enemy a bridge of golde to flie by.

What at first was plunder assumed the softer name of revenue.

When authors and critics talk of the sublime, they see not how nearly it borders on the ridiculous.

Let them call me a rebel and welcome. I feel no concern from it. But should I suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore of my soul.

Whatever the form or constitution of government may be, it ought to have no other object than the general happiness. When, instead of this, it operates to create and increase wretchedness in any of the parts of society, it is on a wrong system, and reformation is necessary.

That it was noble for the dark and slavish times in which it was erected, is granted.

the constitution of England is so exceedingly complex, that the nation may suffer for years together without being able to discover in which part the fault lies, some will say in one and some in another, and every political physician will advise a different medicine.

the so much boasted constitution of England...is imperfect, subject to convulsions, and incapable of producing what it seems to promise...

How impious is the title of sacred majesty applied to a worm, who in the midst of his splendor is crumbling into dust.

It has set up a religion of pomp and revenue, in pretended imitation of a person whose life was humility and poverty.

The big stone house under the maple

There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.

Time has its own viscosity, as Michel Foucault remarked. Ekstatic temporality embodies its flow.

Totalitarian are the claims of Christ. No vestige of reservation of 'our' rights can remain.

What this country needs is a really good five-cent cigar.