#yet

You think, eventually, that nothing can disturb you and that your nerves are impregnable. Yet, looking down at that familiar face, I realized that death is something to which we never become calloused. ↗

— Eliot Ness

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The press, the machine, the railway, the telegraph are premises whose thousand-year conclusion no one has yet dared to draw. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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