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To show the world what long experience gains,
Requires not courage, though it calls for pains;
But read more
To show the world what long experience gains,
Requires not courage, though it calls for pains;
But at life's outset to inform mankind
Is a bold effort of a valiant mind.
If you will call your troubles experiences, and remember that every experience develops some latent force within you, you will read more
If you will call your troubles experiences, and remember that every experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow vigorous and happy, however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful read more
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death
A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.
A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.
An optimist is a guy that has never had much experience.
An optimist is a guy that has never had much experience.
Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable read more
Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried?
Experience is the teacher of fools.
[Lat., Stultorum eventus magister est.]
Experience is the teacher of fools.
[Lat., Stultorum eventus magister est.]
Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a read more
Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.rn
