PAIN, n. An uncomfortable frame of mind that may have a physical basis in something that is being done to the body, or may be purely mental, caused by the good fortune of another.
AMBROSE BIERCEDivorce: a resumption of diplomatic relations and rectification of boundaries.
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Edible, adj.: Good to eat, and wholesome to digest, as a worm to a toad, a toad to a snake, a snake to a pig, a pig to a man, and a man to a worm.
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Laughter, n. An interior convulsion, producing a distortion of the features and accompanied by inarticulate noises. It is infectious and, though intermittent, incurable.
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IMAGINATION, n. A warehouse of facts, with poet and liar in joint ownership.
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Scriptures – The sacred books of our holy religion, as distinguished from the false and profane writings on which all other faiths are based.
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He who thinks with difficulty believes with alacrity. A fool is a natural proselyte, but he must be caught young, for his convictions, unlike those of the wise, harden with age.
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Wine, madam, is God’s next best gift to man.
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Distance, n. The only thing that the rich are willing for the poor to call theirs and keep.
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Corporation: An ingenious device for obtaining profit without individual responsibility.
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The most affectionate creature in the world is a wet dog.
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There is nothing new under the sun but there are lots of old things we don’t know.
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RUMOR, n. A favorite weapon of the assassins of character.
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Coward: One who, in a perilous emergency, thinks with his legs.
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Christian, n.: one who believes that the New Testament is a divinely inspired book admirably suited to the spiritual needs of his neighbor.
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The covers of this book are too far apart.
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REALISM, n. The art of depicting nature as it is seem by toads. The charm suffusing a landscape painted by a mole, or a story written by a measuring-worm.
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