The Twelve Months: Snowy, Flowy, Blowy; Showery, Flowery, Bowery; Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy; Breezy, Sneezey, Freezey
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It is curious how there seems to be an instinctive disgust in Man for his nearest ancestors and relations. If only Darwin could conscientiously have traced man back to the Elephant or the Lion or the Antelope, how much ridicule and prejudice would have been spared to the doctrine of Evolution.
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You, the Spirit of the Settlement! ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming! Here, you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries...
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You, the Spirit of the Settlement ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming Here, you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries...
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Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life, it is life itself.
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The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago... had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.
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Jealousy - that dragon which slays love under the pretense of keeping it alive.
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The place where optimism flourishes the most is the lunatic asylum.
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The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum.
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Dreams are real while they last. Can we say more of life
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There is no reciprocity. Men love women, women love children, children love hamsters.
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Every man of genius sees the world at a different angle from his fellows, and there is his tragedy.
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The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.
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Those who live on vanity must, not unreasonably, expect to die of mortification.
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A man must not swallow more beliefs than he can digest.
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Jealousy: that Dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.
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The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.
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What we call 'morals' is simply blind obedience to words of command.
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Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.
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The more rapidly a civilization progresses, the sooner it dies for another to rise in its place.
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The Promised Land always lies on the other side of a Wilderness.
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Thinking in its lower grades, is comparable to paper money, and in its higher forms it is a kind of poetry.
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Imagination is a poor substitute for experience.
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No anger on my behalf and I don't think there's none on Bill's. I just think obviously he just feels that I don't fit into the scheme the way he wants me to fit, or I'm not that guy he's looking for.
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The more sinful and guilty a person tends to feel, the less chance there is that he will be a happy, healthy, or law-abiding citizen. He will become a compulsive wrong-doer.
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It is only the great men who are truly obscene. If they had not dared to be obscene, they could never have dared to be great.
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What we call 'Progress' is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.
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Men who know themselves are no longer fools. They stand on the threshold of the door of Wisdom.
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The art of living lies in a fine mingling of holding on and letting go.
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To be a leader of men one must turn one's back on men.
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