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Training is useless unless you have a purpose, it's knowing for what purpose to train for that can break men's read more
Training is useless unless you have a purpose, it's knowing for what purpose to train for that can break men's fulfillment. -Anonymous.
Pure water is the best of gifts that man to man can bring,
But who am I that I read more
Pure water is the best of gifts that man to man can bring,
But who am I that I should have the best of anything?
Let princes revel at the pump, let peers with ponds make free,
Whisky, or wine, or even beer is good enough for me.
To laugh at men of sense is the privilege of fools.
To laugh at men of sense is the privilege of fools.
The wheel that squeaks the loudest is the first to be replaced.
The wheel that squeaks the loudest is the first to be replaced.
Smyrna, Rhodes, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos, Athens--these
seven cities contend as to being the birthplace of the
illustrious read more
Smyrna, Rhodes, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos, Athens--these
seven cities contend as to being the birthplace of the
illustrious Homer.
[Lat., Smyrna, Rhodos, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos, Athenae,
Hae septem certant de stirpe insignis Homeri.]
If a child annoys you, quiet him by brushing his hair. If this doesn't work, use the other side of read more
If a child annoys you, quiet him by brushing his hair. If this doesn't work, use the other side of the brush on the other end of the child.
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all.
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all.
Firm and erect the Caledonian stood;
Sound was his mutton, and his claret good;
"Let him drink read more
Firm and erect the Caledonian stood;
Sound was his mutton, and his claret good;
"Let him drink port!" the English statesman cried:
He drank the poison, and his spirit died.
At the cross, her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother, weeping,
Where He hung, the dying Lord.
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At the cross, her station keeping,
Stood the mournful mother, weeping,
Where He hung, the dying Lord.
[Lat., Stabat mater, dolorosa
Juxta crucem lacrymosa
Que pendebat Filius.]
Where are we going, and why am I in this hand basket?
Where are we going, and why am I in this hand basket?
