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No revolution that has ever taken place in society can be compared to that which has been produced by the words of Jesus Christ. — Mark Hopkins

General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think. — Bertolt Brecht

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop. — Abel Meeropol

There is no easy off button for your brain.It would be really really nice if there were. — Carrie Jones

The amount of people I met that had heart problems surprised me in high altitude astronomy. I had not seen it in other fields. After a decade of working at high altitudes, I was also diagnosed with a heart problem. — Steven Magee

No amount of thinking can stop thinking. — Mark Nepo

It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others. — Virginia Woolf

She considered, as she never had, that she could install Roarke's real and excellent blend in the break room. But then she rejected the notion as temporarily sentimental.
You just didn't go around breaking tradition of bad cop break-room coffee because you felt good about having good cops under your command.
Besides, they'd lose the fun of sneaking in and stealing it from her AutoChef. Who was she to spoil their good time? — J.D. Robb

But what we strive to gratify, though we may call it a distant hope, is an immediate desire: the future estate for which men drudge up city alleys exists already in their imagination and love. — George Eliot