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Englishmen are not usually softened by appeals to the memory of their mothers.
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I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.
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If you can wait, and not be tired by waiting ... if you can dream, and not make dreams your master; if you can think, and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same; ... yours is the earth and everything that's in it...
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Meddling with another man's folly is always thankless work.
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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too!
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I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth.
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If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
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Many religious people are deeply suspicious. They seem, for purely religious purposes, of course, to know more about iniquity than the unregenerate.
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Both triumph and disaster are impostors.
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An unhappy childhood was not an unsuitable preparation for my future, in that it demanded a constant wariness, the habit of observation, and the attendance on moods and tempers; the noting of discrepancies between speech and action; a certain reserve of demeanour; and automatic suspicion of sudden favours.
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Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time's eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die
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When a crew and a captain understand each other to the core, it takes a gale, and more than a gale, to put their ship ashore.
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For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
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Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?
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Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.
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You must learn to forgive a man when he's in love. He's always a nuisance.
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Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.
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As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market-Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
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The American has no language, he has a dialect, slang, provincialism, accent and so forth.
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A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
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Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?
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When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.
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There was a young man of Quebec Who was frozen in snow to his neck, When asked, 'Are you Friz?' He replied, 'Yes I is, But we don't call this cold in Quebec.'
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Doctors have been exposed-you always will be exposed-to the attacks of those persons who consider their own undisciplined emotions more important than the world's most bitter agonies-the people who would limit and cripple and hamper research because they fear research may be accompanied by a little pain and suffering.