Really, what we want now, is not laws against crime, but a law against insanity.
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But I reckon I got to light out for the Territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she's going to adopt me and sivilize me and I can't stand it. I been there before.
from the book "" by Mark Twain
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Annihilation has no terrors for me, because I have already tried it before I was born, a hundred million years, and I have suffered more in an hour, in this life, than I remember to have suffered in the whole hundred million years put together. There was a peace, a serenity, an absence of all sense of responsibility, an absence of worry, an absence of care, grief, perplexity; and the presence of a deep content and unbroken satisfaction in that hundred million years of holiday which I look back upon with a tender longing and with a grateful desire to resume, when the opportunity comes.
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Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please.
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Citizenship? We have none!
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"Let the child go," said he; "ye heartless dogs, do ye not see how young and frail he is? Let him go, I will take his lashes."
from the book "" by Mark Twain
Probable nor'east to sou'west winds, varying to the soutard and westard and eastard and points between; high and low barometer, sweeping round from place to place; probable areas of rain, snow, hail, and drought, succeeded or preceded by earthquakes with thunder and lightning.
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Loyalty to petrified opinions never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul in this world, and never will.
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We catched fish and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big, still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn't ever feel like talking loud, and it warn't often that we laughed, only a little kind of a low chuckle. We had mighty good weather as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all, that night, nor the next, nor the next.
from the book "" by Mark Twain
A Jewish beggar is not impossible, perhaps; such a thing may exist, but there are few men that can say they have seen that spectacle.
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