Edwin Hubbell Chapin Quotes
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I think people appreciate honesty.
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I wanted to become a kindergarten teacher like my mother.
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I was very precocious when I was young. I went to college at 16, and I graduated at 20. I wanted to be a writer, but I was more interested in experience than in applying myself intellectually.
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Apart from its famous healing properties, manuka has a strong, woody flavour.
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We don’t forgive being as we are.
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Every country has violent, hateful, or mentally unstable people. What's different is not every country is awash with easily accessible guns.
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Women have become so highly educated... that nothing should surprise us nowadays, except happy marriages.
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Without the Christian explanation of original sin, the seemingly silly story of Adam and Eve and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, there was no explanation of conflict. At all.
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Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light.
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Where love reigns, there's no need for laws.
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I am fascinated by quantum physics.
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Act your part with honor.
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There are two ways of resisting war: the legal way and the revolutionary way. The legal way involves the offer of alternatinve service not as a privilege for a few but as a right for all. The revolutionary view involves an uncompromising resistance, with a view to breaking the power of militarism in time of peace or the resources of the state in time of war.
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No matter how beautiful a woman might be, you're always threatened by certain... You're always threatened by
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Conscience doth make cowards of us all.
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God leaves to our conscience the choice of the road we decide to follow, and the liberty of yielding to one or another of the opposing influences that act upon us.
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The slightest living thing answers a deeper need than all the works of man because it is transitory. It has an evanescence of life, or growth, or change: it passes, as we do, from one stage to another, from darkness to darkness, into a distance where we, too, vanish out of sight. A work of art is static; and its value and its weakness lie in being so: but the tuft of grass and the clouds above it belong to our own traveling brotherhood.
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Conscience is its own readiest accuser.
