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If the righteous thought death what they think they think it they would search less diligently for divine ordinances against suicide.
Weep not for cruelty to rogues in jail: Injustice can the just alone assail. Deny compassion to the wretch who swerved, Till all who, fainting, walked aright are served.
The artless woman may be known by her costume: her gown is trimmed with feathers of the white blackbird.
All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusion is called a philosopher.  
Slang is a foul pool at which every dunce fills his bucket, and then sets up as a fountain.
The present is the frontier between the desert of the past and the garden of the future. It is redrawn every moment.
The virtue that is not automatic requires more attention than it is worth.
At sunset our shadows reach the stars, yet we are no greater at death than at the noon of life.
Experience is a revelation in the light of which we renounce the errors of youth for...   Bierce, Ambrose

Excerpt from The Collected Works of Ambrose Bierce, Volume 8 Epigrams, On With the Dance, Negligible Tales · This quote is tagged Philosophers and Philosophy · Search on Google Books to find all references and sources for this quotation.

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