He that sips of many arts, drinks of none.
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Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down,...
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Believe in life Always human beings will live and progress to greater, broader and fuller life.
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Believe in life! Always human beings will live and progress to greater, broader and fuller life.
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Great is the difference betwixt a man's being frightened at, and humbled for his sins.
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The more wit the less courage.
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A man in passion rides a horse that runs away with him.
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Racism, pollution and the rest of it are themselves very close to extinction.
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He that plants trees loves others beside himself.
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We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.
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A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, than in the beginning of danger.
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Judge of thine improvement, not by what thou speakest or writest, but by the firmness of thy mind, and the government of thy passions and affections.
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Today is yesterday's pupil.
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There is a scarcity of friendship, but not of friends.
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A good horse should be seldom spurred.
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The devil himself is good when he is pleased.
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Charity begins at home, but should not end there.
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Children are born true scientists. They spontaneously experiment and experience and reexperience again. They select, combine, and test, seeking to find order in their experiences - 'which is the mostest? which is the leastest?' They smell, taste, bite, and touch-test for hardness, softness, springiness, roughness, smoothness, coldness, warmness: the heft, shake, punch, squeeze, push, crush, rub, and try to pull things apart.
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Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing.
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One that would have the fruit must climb the tree.
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There are two modes of criticism. One which crushes to earth without mercy all the humble buds of Phantasy, all the plants that, though green and fruitful, are also a prey to insects or have suffered by drought. It weeds well the garden, and cannot believe the weed in its native soil may be a pretty, graceful plant. There is another mode which enters into the natural history of every thing that breathes and lives, which believes no impulse to be entirely in vain, which scrutinizes circumstances, motive and object before it condemns, and believes there is a beauty in natural form, if its law and purpose be understood.
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Pollution is nothing but the resources we are not harvesting. We allow them to disperse because we've been ignorant of their value.
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He is not poor that hath not much, but he that craves much.
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Change of weather is the discourse of fools.
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The fool wanders, a wise man travels.
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With foxes we must play the fox.
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Abused patience turns to fury.
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Thou ought to be nice, even to superstition, in keeping thy promises, and therefore equally cautious in making them.
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What I mean by the Muse is that unimpeded clearness of the intuitive powers, which a perfectly truthful adherence to every admonition of the h...
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Better a tooth out than always aching.
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