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I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live up to what light I have. - Abraham LincolnHome is the place, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. - Robert FrostOne man who has a mind and knows it can always beat ten men who haven't and don't. - George Bernard ShawWho is wise? He that learns from everyone. Who is powerful? He that governs his passions. Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody. - Benjamin FranklinIt ain't those parts of the Bible that I can't understand that bother me, it's the parts that I do understand. - Mark Twain |
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Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, and the overtaking and possessing of a wish, discovers the folly of the chase. In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers anybody else to rail at me. Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere. Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise. Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear. Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing. Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned. Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure, Marry'd in hast, we may repent at leisure. Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. Poetry, the eldest sister of all arts, and parent of most. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. |
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I think and think for months, for years. Ninety-nine times the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right. |
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