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| How very little, since things were made, / Things have altered in the building trade. | | Uncategorized | |
| I always prefer to believe the best of everybody; it saves so much trouble | | Uncategorized | |
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| I had six honest serving men - They taught me all I knew: Their names were Where and What and When and Why and How and Who | | Uncategorized | |
| I have struck a city - a real city - and they call it Chicago... I urgently desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages. | | Chicago; Cities | |
| I keep six honest serving men: They taught me all I knew: Their names are What and Why and When and How and Where and Who | | Honesty; Teachers and teaching | |
| I never made a mistake in my life; at least, never one that I couldn't explain away afterwards. | | Uncategorized | |
| I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man. | | Uncategorized | |
| I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a button-stick, / I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick. | | Uncategorized | |
| I've a head like a concertina, I've a tongue like a buttonstick, I've a mouth like an old potato, and I'm more than a little sick, But I've had my fun o' the Corp'ral's Guard; I've made the cinders fly, And I'm here in the Clink for a thundering drin | | Uncategorized | |
| I've taken my fun where I've found it / An' now I must pay for my fun. | | Uncategorized | |
| If any question why we died, Tell them, because our fathers lied | | Uncategorized | |
| If blood be the price of admiralty, / Lord God, we ha' paid in full! | | Uncategorized | |
| If he plays, being young and unskillful, For shekels of silver or gold, Take his money, my son praising Allah: The kid was ordained to be sold | | Children; Religion | |
| If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten. | | History | |
| If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine. | | Uncategorized | |
| If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! | | Uncategorized | |
| If you can fill the unforgiving minute / With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, / Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, / And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! | | Uncategorized | |
| If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!' | | Uncategorized | |
