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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. | | Writing | |
| The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security. | | Uncategorized | |
| The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise | | Doing Your Best | |
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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 | |
| The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race | | Chance | |
| The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything. | | Uncategorized | |
| The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week | | Uncategorized | |
| The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them | | Uncategorized | |
| The dog barks backwards without getting up; I can remember when he was a pup | | Uncategorized | |
| The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. | | Uncategorized | |
| The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat. | | Family | |
| 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. | | Uncategorized | |
| 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. | | Uncategorized | |
| 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 | |
| The land was ours before we were the land s. She was our land more than a hundred years before we were her people. | | Uncategorized | |
| The land was ours before we were the land's. | | Country | |
| The middle of the road is where the white line is / and that's the worst place to drive. | | Uncategorized | |
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