This web of time – the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries – embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not.

Thanksgiving was nothing more than a pilgrim-created obstacle in the way of Christmas; a dead bird in the street that forced a brief detour.

A dirty joke is a sort of mental rebellion.

Perseverance - a lowly virtue whereby mediocrity achieves an inglorious success.

Written By Ambrose Bierce

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