Future. That period of time in which our affairs prosper, our friends are true and our happiness is assured.
AMBROSE BIERCEScriptures – 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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Eloquence, n. The art of orally persuading fools that white is the color that it appears to be. It includes the gift of making any color appear white.
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Ambition. An overmastering desire to be vilified by enemies while living and made ridiculous by friends when dead.
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History is an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.
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The hardest tumble a man can make is to fall over his own bluff.
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Eulogy. Praise of a person who has either the advantages of wealth and power, or the consideration to be dead.
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IMAGINATION, n. A warehouse of facts, with poet and liar in joint ownership.
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Vote: the instrument and symbol of a freeman’s power to make a fool of himself and a wreck of his country.
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Consul – in American politics, a person who having failed to secure an office from the people is given one by the Administration on condition that he leave the country.
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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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Abstainer: a weak person who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure.
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Logic: The art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding.
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Wine, madam, is God’s next best gift to man.
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An election is nothing more than the advanced auction of stolen goods.
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They say that hens do cackle loudest when there is nothing vital in the eggs they have laid.
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Year: A period of three hundred and sixty-five disappointments.
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