If all else fails, we will simply have to drug our attendants, overpower the guards, raise the oppressed peasants to arms, and take over the government.
BARBARA MERTZI have no writing habit. I work when I feel like it, and I work when I have to – mostly the latter.
More Barbara Mertz Quotes
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It is much more sensible to be an optimist instead of a pessimist, for if one is doomed to disappointment, why experience it in advance?
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…Nefret said with a gusty sigh, ‘Well, that’s done it. We may as well join in, Ramses, family arguments are the favorite form of amusement here and this looks like being a loud one.
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When one is striding bravely into the future one cannot watch one’s footing.
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Exaggeration is the cheapest form of humor.
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When men start talking about ‘honor’, there is sure to be trouble ahead.
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I do, however, think it would be difficult to write books I don’t like to read.
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Love has a very dulling effect on the brain
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I never meant to marry. In my opinion, a woman born in the last half of the nineteenth century of the Christian era suffered from enough disadvantages without willfully embracing another.
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To argue without knowledge is like trying to weave without thread.
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Reputations are shaped not by facts but by prejudices.
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The only people who are not in awe of Emerson’s powerful voice and well-nigh superhuman strength are the members of his own family. He is aware of this, and often complains about it; so from time to time I like to put on a little show of being intimidated. ‘Proceed, my dear,’ I said apologetically.
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You are softening toward the young rascal because he is ill, and because he says he likes cats.” “It is an engaging quality, Emerson.” “That depends,” said Emerson darkly, “on how he likes them.
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I can do a book in three months if I spend all day, seven days a week at it and, in fact, I work better that way.
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He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, “I love you, Mother.” He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.
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I do not scruple to employ mendacity and a fictitious appearance of female incompetence when the occasion demands it.
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