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| To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor. | | Uncategorized | |
| To think great thoughts, you must be heroes as well as idealists | | Uncategorized | |
| Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at the touch, nay, you may kick it about all day like a football, and it will be round and full at evening. | | Uncategorized | |
| Truth, when not sought after, rarely comes to light | | Truth | |
| We can forgive a man the defects of his qualities, if only he has the qualities of his defects | | Uncategorized | |
| We do not quit playing because we grow old, we grow old because we quit playing. | | Uncategorized | |
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| We must have a weak spot or two in our character before we can love it much | | Uncategorized | |
| We're not retreating, Hell! We're just attacking in different direction! | | Uncategorized | |
| What a comfort a dull but kindly person is, to be sure, at times! A ground-glass shade over a gas-lamp does not bring more solace to our dazzled eyes than such a one to our minds. | | Uncategorized | |
| What I call a good patient is one who, having found a good physician, sticks to him till he dies. | | Uncategorized | |
| What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us. | | Uncategorized | |
| When I think of talking, it is of course with a woman. For talking at its best being an inspiration, it wants a corresponding divine quality of receptiveness, and where will you find this but in a woman? | | Uncategorized | |
| When in doubt, do it. | | Doubt | |
| When men have realized that time has upset many fighting faiths, they may come to believe that the ultimate good is better reached by free trade in ideas. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. | | Love | |
| Why can't somebody give us a list of things that everybody thinks and nobody says, and another list of things that everybody says and nobody thinks. | | Uncategorized | |
| Wisdom is the abstract of the past, but beauty is the promise of the future | | Wisdom | |
| With crimson juice the thirsty southern day, Sucks from the hills where buried armies lie, So that the dreamy passion it imparts Is drawn from heroes' bones and lovers' hearts | | Uncategorized | |
