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Against Idleness and Mischief
How doth the little busy bee How skillfully she builds her cell!
Improve each shining hour, How neat she spreads the wax!
And gather honey all the day And labours hard to store it well
From every opening flower! With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour or of skill In books, or work, or healthful play,
I would be busy too; Let my first years be passed,
For Satan finds some mischief still That I may give for every day
For idle hands to do. Some good account at last.
-- Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
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Against stupidity the very gods Themselves contend in vain.
-- Friedrich von Schiller, "The Maid of Orleans", III, 6
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Age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill.
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Age before beauty; and pearls before swine.
-- Dorothy Parker
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Age is a tyrant who forbids,
at the penalty of life, all the pleasures of youth.
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Age, n.:
That period of life in which we compound for the vices that we
still cherish by reviling those that we no longer have the
enterprise to commit.
-- Ambrose Bierce, "The Devil's Dictionary"
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Agnes' Law:
Almost everything in life is easier to get into than out of.
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Agree with them now, it will save so much time.
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Ah, but a man's grasp should exceed his reach,
Or what's a heaven for ?
-- Robert Browning, "Andrea del Sarto"
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Ah, but the choice of dreams to live,
there's the rub.
For all dreams are not equal,
some exit to nightmare
most end with the dreamer
But at least one must be lived ... and died.
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Ah, my friends, from the prison, they ask unto me,
"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"
And I answer them most mysteriously:
"Are birds free from the chains of the sky-way?"
-- Bob Dylan
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Ah say, son, you're about as sharp as a bowlin' ball.
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Ah, sweet Springtime, when a young man lightly turns his fancy over!
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Ah, the Tsar's bazaar's bizarre beaux-arts!
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"Ah, you know the type. They like to blame it all on the Jews or the
Blacks, 'cause if they couldn't, they'd have to wake up to the fact
that life's one big, scary, glorious, complex and ultimately
unfathomable crapshoot -- and the only reason THEY can't seem to keep
up is they're a bunch of misfits and losers."
-- An analysis of Neo-Nazis, from "The Badger" comic
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Ahead warp factor one, Mr. Sulu.
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Ahhhhhh... the smell of cuprinol and mahogany. It
excites me to... acts of passion... acts of... ineptitude.
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Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.
-- W. Clement Stone
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Ain't no right way to do a wrong thing.
-- The Mad Dogtender
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Ain't nothin' an old man can do for me but
bring me a message from a young man.
-- Moms Mabley
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