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We have chains, though no eye beholds them; and are slaves, though men call us free.
The secret of a good life is to have the right loyalties and hold them in the right scale of values.
Twelve voices were shouting in anger, and they were all alike. No question, now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
Friends are the rainbows in the storm of the life.
(Az élet viharában a barátok a szivárványok.)
But time is always guilty. Someone must pay for
Our loss of happiness, our happiness itself.
Other writers try to formulate a position that you might be able to get away with: I show you what you really think.
" When a man tells you that he got rich through hard work, ask him: "Whose?""
Brian...the babe they called Brian,
Grew...grew, grew and grew,
Grew up to be,
Grew up to be,
A boy called Brian,
A boy called Brian.
He had arms, and legs, and hands, and feet
This boy whose name was Brian,
And he grew, grew, grew and grew,
Grew up to be,
Yes he grew up to be,
A teenager called Brian,
A teenager called Brian.
And his face became spotty
Yes his face became spotty,
And his voice dropped down low,
And things started to grow,
On young Brian and so,
He was certainly no,
No girl named Brian,
Not a girl named Brian.
And he started to shave,
And have one off the wrist,
And want to see girls,
And go out and get pissed
A man called Brian.
This man called Brian.
The man they called Brian.
This man called Brian.



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