PITY, n. A failing sense of exemption, inspired by contrast.
AMBROSE BIERCEPAIN, 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.
More Ambrose Bierce Quotes
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Lottery: A tax on people who are bad at math.
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Belladonna, n.: In Italian a beautiful lady; in English a deadly poison. A striking example of the essential identity of the two tongues.
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What is a democrat? One who believes that the republicans have ruined the country. What is a republican? One who believes that the democrats would ruin the country.
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He who thinks with difficulty believes with alacrity.
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Future. That period of time in which our affairs prosper, our friends are true and our happiness is assured.
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Money. A blessing that is of no advantage to us excepting when we part with it.
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MYTHOLOGY, n. The body of a primitive people’s beliefs concerning its origin, early history, heroes, deities and so forth, as distinguished from the true accounts which it invents later.
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Selfish, adj. Devoid of consideration for the selfishness of others.
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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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Life – a spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay.
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Women of genius commonly have masculine faces, figures and manners. In transplanting brains to an alien soil God leaves a little of the original earth clinging to the roots.
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The partisan strife in which the people of the country are permitted to periodically engage does not tend to the development of ugly traits of character, but merely discloses those that preexist.
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Accordion, n. An instrument in harmony with the sentiments of an assassin.
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Brain: an apparatus with which we think we think.
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Present, n. That part of eternity dividing the domain of disappointment from the realm of hope.
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