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"If someone tells you that the fully armored man of the Middle Ages was so encumbered by his armor that he could not rise if he fell, you may well ask yourself, first, if it is reasonable to assume that professional soldiers would go on wearing armor that kept them from fighting and second, if this theory is in line with what you know of the heavily armored men of your personal acquaintance." »Niccola Sebastiani
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"The best armor is to keep out of range." »Italian Proverb
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"Against logic there is no armor like ignorance." »Laurence J. Peter
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"Fortitude is the marshal of thought, the armor of the will, and the fort of reason." »Francis Bacon
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"Love is my Sword,
Goodness my Armor,
And Humor my Shield." »Unknown, epitaph for a loved one
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"During the Middle Ages, probably one of the biggest mistakes was not putting on your armor because you were 'just going down to the corner.'" »Jack Handey Deep Thoughts
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"The best armor against slander is having an honorable past. A good name is always made of smear-proof material." »Mehmet Murat ildan
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"Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae." »Kurt Vonnegut
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"One hour of thoughtful solitude may nerve the heart for days of conflict - girding up its armor to meet the most insidious foe." »Percival
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"As a kid, I dreamed of a knight in shining armor coming to rescue me. Now, I just dream of equal pay for equal work." »Ingrid Weir
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"I should wish to see a world in which education aimed at mental freedom rather than imprisoning the minds of the young in a rigid armor of dogma calculated to protect them though life against the shafts of impartial evidence." »Bertrand Russell, "Why I am Not a Christian"
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"Have you even been in love Horrible, isn't it It makes you so vulnrable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." »Rose Walker
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