Here is another page taken from The Frictionary:

9606. I believe we sense poetry like music, like Love, or like friendship, or all the things in this world. The explanation comes after. (Jorge Luis Borges)

9607. I had a brush with death./ It shivered and/ thanked me. (Réjean Lévesque)

9608. War was always here. Before man was war waited for him. The Ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. (Cormac McCarthy)

9609. Promises only bind those who listen to them. (Henri Queuille)

9610. Life in Lubbock, Texas, taught me two things: one is that God loves you and you're going to burn in hell. The other is that sex is the most awful thing on earth and you should save it for someone you love. (Butch Hancock)

9611. A light year is a large distance, most of all in a leap year. (Marc Escayrol)

9612. The bad news: there is no key to the universe. The good news: it was never locked. (Swami Beyondananda -aka Steve Bhaerman)

9613. When a lot of remedies are suggested for a disease, that means that it can't be cured. (Anton Chekhov)

9614. I'm not working out. My philosophy: no pain, no pain. (Carol Leifer)

9615. What is life but the shadow of an ephemeral dream. (Umberto Eco)

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