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Discretion of speech is more than eloquence, and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than read more
Discretion of speech is more than eloquence, and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good words, or in good order.
Advice is like castor oil, easy enough to give but dreadful uneasy to take.
Advice is like castor oil, easy enough to give but dreadful uneasy to take.
Discretion is being able to raise your eyebrow instead of your voice.
Discretion is being able to raise your eyebrow instead of your voice.
Don't trust anyone over 30 who used to say "Don't trust anyone over 30.".
Don't trust anyone over 30 who used to say "Don't trust anyone over 30.".
It is not good to know more unless we do more with what we already know.
It is not good to know more unless we do more with what we already know.
When we have begun to take charge of our lives, to own ourselves, there is no longer any need to read more
When we have begun to take charge of our lives, to own ourselves, there is no longer any need to ask permission of someone.
There is a sort of veteran woman of condition, who, having lived always in the grand monde, and having possibly read more
There is a sort of veteran woman of condition, who, having lived always in the grand monde, and having possibly had some gallantries, together with the experience of five and twenty or thirty years, form a young fellow better than all the rules that can be given him. Wherever you go, make some of those women your friends; which a very little matter will do. Ask their advice, tell them your doubts or difficulties as to your behavior; but take great care not to drop one word of their experience; for experience implies age, and the suspicion of age, no woman, let her be ever so old, ever forgives.
I must respect the opinions of others even if I disagree with them.
I must respect the opinions of others even if I disagree with them.
The hermit doesn't sleep at night, in love with the blue of the vacant moon. The cool of the breeze read more
The hermit doesn't sleep at night, in love with the blue of the vacant moon. The cool of the breeze that rustles the trees rustles him too.
