In calamity any rumor is believed.
Memory itself is an internal rumor; and when to this hearsay within the mind we add the falsified echoes that reach us from others, we have but a shifting and unseizable basis to build. The picture we frame of the past changes continually and grows every day less similar to the original experience which it purports to describe.
History is the distillation of rumor.
I had rather take my chance that some traitors will escape detection than spread abroad a spirit of general suspicion and distrust, which accepts rumor and gossip in place of undismayed and unintimidated inquiry.
The sat one doesn't understand the hungry one: for one the soup is too thin, for the other - the pearls are too small.
Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.
O popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet seducing charms? The wisest and the best feel urgent need of all their caution in thy gentlest gales; but swell'd into a gust - who then, alas! with all his canvas set, and inexpert, and therefore heedless, can withstand thy power?
Oh let me then at length be taught what I am still so slow to learn that god is love, and changes not, nor knows the shadow of a turn.
Every guy looks in his pocket and then votes.
A very rich person should leave his kids enough to do anything but not enough to do nothing.
The spirit within nourishes, and mind instilled throughout the living parts activates the whole mass and mingles with the vast frame.
But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age. Much Ado About Nothing, Act ii, Scene 3
The main problem with Headline Contradicted by Actual Article is that most people donâ€™t read articles, they read only headlines and move on. Judging from the click-out patterns on Fark, the average person on a given visit to Fark will click on maybe three links out of around two hundred. As for the rest of the links, they read the outrageous tagline, figure they know what the rest of the article says, and move on.
There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt. And how do you know laughter if there is no pain to compare it with?