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ponedjeljak, 10.05.2010.
Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
I was pushed roughly but dispassionately onto my stomach and something went twice around my wrists and then tightened up as well, feeling like baling wire and biting cruelly.
There are no wise few. Every aristocracy that has ever existed has behaved, in all essential points, exactly like a small mob.
The older I grow, the less important the comma becomes. Let the reader catch his own breath.
At the mention of the word mace, the guy looked scared and kind of melted back, though the crowd kept him moving forward.
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.
