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If it looks like shit, smells like shit, and feels like shit, you don't have to actually eat it to read more
If it looks like shit, smells like shit, and feels like shit, you don't have to actually eat it to know it's shit.
The Cincinnati policeman was using his nightstick
like a posthole digger.
(in reference to the death by ruptured kidney
and read more
The Cincinnati policeman was using his nightstick
like a posthole digger.
(in reference to the death by ruptured kidney
and other factors after the clubbing of Nathaniel Jones
by 2 Cincinnati policemen).
I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, read more
I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, and to transfer the suspicion or dislike to the one who found pleasure in pointing out the defects of another.
Wars damage the civilian society as much
as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.
Wars damage the civilian society as much
as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.
Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.
Abuse is the weapon of the vulgar.
The best security against revolution is in constant correction of abuses and the introduction of needed improvements. It is the read more
The best security against revolution is in constant correction of abuses and the introduction of needed improvements. It is the neglect of timely repair that makes rebuilding necessary.
My uncle never met an animal he didn't want to kill.
(on Book TV).
My uncle never met an animal he didn't want to kill.
(on Book TV).
Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.
Whipping and abuse are like laudanum; you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.