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Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right
One man gathers what another man spills
There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.
Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.
What do you want me to do, To watch for you, To see you through? A box of rain will ease the pain, and love, will see you through.
In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.
We can either help to make this world a more incredible place than it has ever been, or we can hasten its return to inorganic dust.
Shakespeare would seem to have been a person for whom the human voicepersonality in all its splendid idiosyncrasy was absolutely enthralling.
The quality of a person's character can be known partly by the attitude of his ally who likes him TRULY and, probably full, by understanding who he likes REALLY as his buddy with his behavior.
History furnishes to politics all the arguments that it needs, for the chosen cause.
He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?