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O fools, awake! The rites ye sacred hold
Are but a cheat contrived by men of old
Who lusted after wealth and gained their lust
And died in baseness-and their law is dust. — Al-Ma'arri

There are subtle ways and overt ways of alienating a child from a parent, but either way it's evil — Dennis Prager

I wanted to tell you that it's my birthday on Thursday and I would have wanted you to give me the gift of your guts on the floor, one last time,
to see if you still had it in you. — Lucas Regazzi

But I find it necessary to repeat in this particular place that the division into classes, which is so salient a part of modern demonology, had, and has, little significance for primitive man or for the peasant in a comparatively low state of mental development. To such people, spirits of all kinds - fairies, the ghosts of the dead, and even witches and water-kelpies - are all creatures of the supernatural class between which he scarcely differentiates. — Lewis Spence

I knew I would have to relearn how to listen to music, and that some of the music we'd loved together I'd never be able to hear again. — Rob Sheffield

But I am a widows son outlawed and my orders must be obeyed. — Ned Kelly

Whereas the melancholic exhibits a state of general inhibition, in the manic patient even normal inhibitions of the instincts are partly or wholly abolished. — Karl Abraham

I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning. — Andy Warhol

Who but the unblemished, pristine archetype of malevolence would shake and shove and rattle the child's crib when all the child wants to do is sleep? — John Zande

Adrian, however, pushed us to believe in the application of thought to life, in the notion — Julian Barnes

You can chase a Beethoven symphony all your life and never catch up. — Andre Previn

I beseech thee, for their days are as the days of flowers. And as for my soul, what doth my soul profit me, if it stand between me and the thing that I love? — Oscar Wilde