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Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence.
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The city is all right. To live in one Is to be civilized, stay up and read Or sing and dance all night and see sunrise By waiting up instead of getting up.
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Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
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One of the lies would make it out that nothing Ever presents itself before us twice. Where would we be at last if that were so? Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within.
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You've often heard me say - perhaps too often - that poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation. That little poem means just what it says and it says what it means, nothing less but nothing more.
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The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
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One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.
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If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.
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The dog barks backwards without getting up; I can remember when he was a pup.
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The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.
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Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
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A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.
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The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it's egotism.
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We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
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Before now poetry has taken notice Of wars, and what are wars but politics Transformed from chronic to acute and bloody?
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Fortunately, we don't need to know how bad an age is. There is something we can always be doing without reference to how good or bad the age is.
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When work becomes play, and play becomes your work, your life unfolds.
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Nature's first green is gold.
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My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on the night, The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
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I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.
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Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze ...
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There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.
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What makes a nation in the beginning is a good piece of geography.
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Nothing is quite honest that is not commercial, but not everything commercial is honest.