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• Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!
  -- Laurence Sterne (1713-1768) -- Tristram Shandy, Vol. iii, Chap. xii...
• I am sick as a horse. -- Laurence Sterne (1713-1768) -- Tristram Shandy, Vol. vii, Chap. xi
• Great wits jump. -- Laurence Sterne (1713-1768) -- Tristram Shandy, Vol. iii, Chap. ix
• Our armies swore terribly in Flanders," cried my Uncle Toby, "but nothing to this.
  -- Laurence Sterne (1713-1768) -- Tristram Shandy, Vol. iii, Chap. xi...
• The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it i
  and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever....
• Go, forget me! why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling?
  Go, forget me, and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing!...
• Get thee behind me, smoker!
• Get thee behind me, Satan. I was here first.
• Sit there, clod-pate!" cried he; "for let me sit wherever I will, that will still be the upper end, and the place of worship to thee.
  -- Miguel de Cervantes (1547-1616) -- Don Quixote, Part ii, Book iii, Chap. xxxi...