My smoking might be bothering you, but it’s killing me.

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“A pipe is to the troubled soul what caresses of a mother are for her suffering child.”
-Indian Proverb

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“[Lighting a cigarette] Well, I’m not here to impinge on anybody else’s lifestyle. If I’m in a place where I know I’m going to harm somebody’s health or somebody asks me to please not smoke, I just go outside and smoke. But I do resent the way the nonsmoking mentality has been imposed on the smoking minority. Because, first of all, in a democracy, minorities do have rights. And, second, the whole pitch about smoking has gone from being a health issue to a moral issue, and when they reduce something to a moral issue, it has no place in any kind of legislation, as far as I’m concerned.”

― Frank Zappa

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In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear. James Thurber

 

A BOY AND A DOG
By Marty Hale

I want my boy to have a dog,
Or maybe two or three…
He’ll learn from them much easier
Than he would learn from me.
A dog will show him how to love
And bear no grudge or hate;
I’m not so good at that myself
But dogs will do it straight.

I want my boy to have a dog
To be his pal and friend,
So he may learn that friendship
Is faithful to the end.

There never yet has been a dog
Who learned to double-cross,
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A Boy and His Dog
Edgar Guest 

A boy and his dog make a glorious pair:
No better friendship is found anywhere,
For they talk and they walk and they run and they play,
And they have their deep secrets for many a day;
And that boy has a comrade who thinks and who feels,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.

He may go where he will and his dog will be there,
May revel in mud and his dog will not care;
Faithful he'll stay for the slightest command
And bark with delight at the touch of his hand;
Oh, he owns a treasure which nobody steals,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.

No other can lure him away from his side;
He's proof against riches and station and pride;
Fine dress does not charm him, and flattery's breath
Is lost on the dog, for he's faithful to death;
He sees the great soul which the body conceals--
Oh, it's great to be young with a dog at your heels!

 http://sofinesjoyfulmoments.com/quotes/A-Boy-&-His-Dog.htm

Words are like the spider’s web: a shelter for the clever ones and a trap for the not-so-clever. Madagascar

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 25 May 1935

1 1 1 1 The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW - 1842 - 1954), Saturday 25 May 1935

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A spider’s cobweb isn’t only its sleeping spring but also its food trap.   African

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 11 June 1927,

1 1 1 1  The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW - 1842 - 1954), Saturday 11 June 1927,

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The problem with finding the easiest way, is that the
enemy already booby trapped it.

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