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We never pay anyone Dane-geld, No matter how trifling the cost; For the end of that game is oppression and shame, And the nation that plays it is lost!
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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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Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees, So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away!
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An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
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Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes, It will vanish and the stars will shine again, Because, for all our power and weight and size, We are nothing more than children of your brain!
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Both triumph and disaster are impostors.
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And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!
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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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Be slow to judge for we know little of what has been done and nothing of what has been resisted.
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He who can reach a child's heart can reach the worlds heart.
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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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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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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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When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew!
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Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.
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Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.
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When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.
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Being kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was-like eating an egg without salt.
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Favouritism governed kissage, Even as it does in this age.
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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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If you give someone more than they can do, they will do it. If you give them only what they can do, they will do nothing.
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There are nine-and-sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right.
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If you can walk with the crowd and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a man my son!
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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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