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There is only one success - to be able to spend your life in your own way.
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If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.
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Happiness is surely the best teacher of good manners: only the unhappy are churlish in deportment.
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Philadelphia was the first city to foresee the advantages of a Federal constitution and oatmeal as a breakfast food.
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Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.
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No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.
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All students can learn.
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Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.
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April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.
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In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.
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The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.
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I had a million questions to ask God: but when I met Him, they all fled my mind; and it didn't seem to matter.
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The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.
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Lots of times you have to pretend to join a parade in which you're not really interested in order to get where you're going.
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Act like you expect to get into the end zone.
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My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed.
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Big shots are only little shots who keep shooting.
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If we discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved them.
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There is only one rule for being a good talker - learn to listen.
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When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.
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People like to imagine that because all our mechanical equipment moves so much faster, that we are thinking faster, too.
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Words are a commodity in which there is never any slump.
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God made man merely to hear some praise of what he'd done on those Five Days.
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Printer's ink has been running a race against gunpowder these many, many years. Ink is handicapped, in a way, because you can blow up a man with gunpowder in half a second, while it may take twenty years to blow him up with a book. But the gunpowder destroys itself along with its victim, while a book can keep on exploding for centuries.