Art, n. This word has no definition.
– Ambrose Bierce
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- An apparatus with which we think we think. – Ambrose Bierce
- “The covers of this book are too far apart.” – Ambrose Bierce
- Dawn: When men of reason go to bed. – Ambrose Bierce
- The covers of this book are too far apart. – Ambrose Bierce
- Success is the one unpardonable sin against our fellows. – Ambrose Bierce
- Lawsuit: A machine which you go into as a pig and come out of as a sausage. – Ambrose Bierce
- A picture painted by the sun without instruction in art. – Ambrose Bierce
- Politeness, n. The most acceptable hypocrisy. – Ambrose Bierce
- The most affectionate creature in the world is a wet dog. – Ambrose Bierce
- Philosophy, n. A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing. – Ambrose Bierce