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If the day ever comes when they know who They are, they may know better where they are.
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Far more violence has been done in obeying the law than in breaking the law.
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We love the things we love for what they are.
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A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
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In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
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To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.
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Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
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An idea is a feat of association.
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The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.
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War is for everyone, for children too. I wasn't going to tell you and I mustn't. The best way is to come uphill with me And have our fire and laugh and be afraid.
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Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes.
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Next to nothing for use.But a crop is a crop,And who's to say where The harvest shall stop?
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And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song.
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Hell is a half-filled auditorium.
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Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.
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Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
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The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended.
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When clever people ask me where I get a poem, I despair.
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The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work.
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A turning point in modern history.
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Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.
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But I may be one who does not care Ever to have tree bloom or bear.
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If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.
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When I was young my teachers were the old. I gave up fire for form till I was cold.