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| Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second. |
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| The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security. |
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| The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise |
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| The brain is a wonderful organ. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office. |
| Intelligence; Knowledge |
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| The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race |
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| The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything. |
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| The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week |
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| The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them |
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| The dog barks backwards without getting up; I can remember when he was a pup |
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| The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. |
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| The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat. |
| Family |
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| The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom...in a clarification of life--not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion. |
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| The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have. |
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| The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended. |
| Family |
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| The land was ours before we were the land s. She was our land more than a hundred years before we were her people. |
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| The land was ours before we were the land's. |
| Country |
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| The middle of the road is where the white line is / and that's the worst place to drive. |
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