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A man is too apt to forget that in this world he cannot have everything. A choice is all that read more
A man is too apt to forget that in this world he cannot have everything. A choice is all that is left him.
I wish they would only take me as I am.
I wish they would only take me as I am.
You can't make your kids do anything. All you can do is make them wish they had. And then, they read more
You can't make your kids do anything. All you can do is make them wish they had. And then, they will make you wish you hadn't made them wish they had.
Deep down even the most hardened criminal is starving for the same thing that motivates the innocent baby: Love and read more
Deep down even the most hardened criminal is starving for the same thing that motivates the innocent baby: Love and acceptance
Accept everything about yourself -- I mean everything, you are you and that is the beginning and the end -- read more
Accept everything about yourself -- I mean everything, you are you and that is the beginning and the end -- no apologies, no regrets.
As human beings, we are endowed with freedom of choice, and we cannot shuffle off our responsibility upon the shoulders read more
As human beings, we are endowed with freedom of choice, and we cannot shuffle off our responsibility upon the shoulders of God or nature. We must shoulder it ourselves. It is up to us.
No poet sings because he must sing. At least no great poet does. A great poet sings because he chooses read more
No poet sings because he must sing. At least no great poet does. A great poet sings because he chooses to sing.
Quality is never an accident; it is always the result of high intention, sincere effort, intelligent direction and skillful execution; read more
Quality is never an accident; it is always the result of high intention, sincere effort, intelligent direction and skillful execution; it represents the wise choice of many alternatives.
Ah, when to the heart of man was it ever less than a treason to go with the drift of read more
Ah, when to the heart of man was it ever less than a treason to go with the drift of things to yield with a grace to reason and bow and accept at the end of a love or a season.