The Frictionary # 542

Here is another page taken from The Frictionary:

4936. What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness. (Leo Tolstoy)

4937. Confession is good for the soul only in the sense that a tweed coat is good for dandruff. (Peter De Vries)

4938. Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself. (Søren Kierkegaard)

4939. Facebook is like jail, you sit around and waste time, you write on walls and you get poked by people you don't know. (Michael Linhart)

4940. The insomniac sea
yearns for the sandman. (madeleinebleue)

4941. Fathers are biological necessities, but social accidents. (Margaret Mead)

4942. Some of us are like wheelbarrows, only useful when pushed, and easily upset. (Jack Herbert)

4943. To aim low is to aim correctly. (Jean Anouilh)

4944. They say that if you put all the cars in the world end to end, there still would be an idiot who'd try to pass them. (?)

4945. Life is an adventure in forgiveness. (Norman Cousins)

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