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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 2:39 pm
by Jangbu
A straw floats on the surface of water, but a precious gem placed upon it sinks

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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 4:30 pm
by Jangbu
In eating, sleeping, fearing, and copulating, men and beasts are alike.

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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 4:39 pm
by Oscar Namechange
Jangbu;1301568 wrote: In eating, sleeping, fearing, and copulating, men and beasts are alike.


Not In my house.

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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 4:59 pm
by Jangbu
Only narrow-minded men make such distinctions as "enemies" and "friends". It is uncertain who may yet be of aid to one

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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 5:00 pm
by Mustang
He who fails to practice worthy precepts after learning them, could be like someone who lights a lamp and then shuts his eyes.

http://oaks.nvg.org/tibetan-sayings.html

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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 3:14 am
by hoppy
Never pee/spit facing into the wind.

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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 3:53 am
by beowulf
dont eat yellow snow

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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 4:59 am
by along-for-the-ride
Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once.

Lillian Dickson



All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;

Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion;

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

William Shakespeare

As You Like It, 2. 7