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You see things; and you say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"
Why shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.
Common sense is a genius dressed in working clothes.
Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.
A society that values its privileges above its principles soon loses both.
Nature has no principles. She makes no distinction between good and evil.
A good end cannot sanctity evil means; nor must we ever do evil, that good may come of.
The truth is incontrovertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end; there it is.