What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair – to die.
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Praise is like sunlight to the human spirit we cannot flower and grow without it.
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Praise is like sunlight to the human spirit: we cannot flower and grow without it.
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We inevitably doom our children to failure and frustration when we try to set their goals for them.
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At age fifty five a man emerges like a tiger from his lair.
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Children are not things to be molded, but are people to be unfolded.
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If you want something very, very badly, let it go free. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If it doesn't, it was never yours to begin with.
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You left me all alone in this darkened room, you left me with tears, and no lending ears, no one to run to, and no one to hold, I shut my eyes in despair alone again in this darkened lair.
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