Opinions are minions.

Opinions rip on reason’s tip.

Opinions of a feather flock together.

One mind’s thought is another mind’s rot.

Opinions are what other people have.

Your thoughts inadmissible; mine are undismissable.

Opinion is a giddy thing; it sprouts in winter, dies in spring.

We remember our opinions but forget their reasons.

Rationality surfaces in the shallow waters of weak opinion.

 

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