Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen
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If you live among dogs, keep a stick. After all, this is what a hound has teeth for-to bite when he feels like it (On military preparedness)
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We are here to add to the sum of human goodness. To prove the thing exists. And however futile each individual act of courage or generosity, self-sacrifice or grace-it still proves the thing exists. Each act adds to the fund. It needs replenishment. Not only because evil flourishes, and is, most indefensibly, defended. But because goodness is no longer a respectable aim in life. The hound of hell, envy, has driven it from the house.
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Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.
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Nature will come through the claws, and the hound will follow the hare.
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Of course I'm a publicity hound. Aren't all crusaders? How can you accomplish anything unless people know what you are trying to do?
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