#quotestr You will be advanced socially, without any special effort on your part.

#quotestr So you're back... about time...

#quotestr It is often the case that the man who can't tell a lie thinks he is the best judge of one. -- Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar"

#quotestr As to the Adjective: when in doubt, strike it out. -- Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar"

#quotestr Don't look now, but there is a multi-legged creature on your shoulder.

#quotestr Excellent day to have a rotten day.

#quotestr The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. -- William Shakespeare, "The Merchant of Venice"

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GN

#quotestr No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone. -- Shirley Jackson, "The Haunting of Hill House"

#quotestr Q: What's the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish wake? A: One less drunk.

#quotestr She is not refined. She is not unrefined. She keeps a parrot. -- Mark Twain

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#quotestr Today is the last day of your life so far.

#quotestr A man was reading The Canterbury Tales one Saturday morning, when his wife asked "What have you got there?" Replied he, "Just my cup and Chaucer."

#quotestr For years a secret shame destroyed my peace-- I'd not read Eliot, Auden or MacNiece. But now I think a thought that brings me hope: Neither had Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Pope. -- Justin Richardson.

#quotestr The Least Successful Collector Betsy Baker played a central role in the history of collecting. She was employed as a servant in the house of John Warburton (1682-1759) who had amassed a fine collection of 58 first edition plays, including most of the works of Shakespeare. One day Warburton returned home to find 55 of them charred beyond legibility. Betsy had either burned them or used them as pie bottoms. The remaining three folios are now in the British Museum. The only comparable literary figure was the maid who in 1835 burned the manuscript of the first volume of Thomas Carlyle's "The Hisory of the French Revolution", thinking it was wastepaper. -- Stephen Pile, "The Book of Heroic Failures"

#quotestr You had some happiness once, but your parents moved away, and you had to leave it behind.

#quotestr You feel a whole lot more like you do now than you did when you used to.

#quotestr I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting. I shall fall, Like a bright exhalation in the evening And no man see me more. -- Shakespeare