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When I gave food to the poor, they called me a saint. When I asked why the poor were hungry, read more
When I gave food to the poor, they called me a saint. When I asked why the poor were hungry, they called me a communist.
Study the best and highest things that are; but of yourself humble thoughts retain.
Study the best and highest things that are; but of yourself humble thoughts retain.
No matter how hard you work for success if your thought is saturated with the fear of failure, it will read more
No matter how hard you work for success if your thought is saturated with the fear of failure, it will kill your efforts, neutralize your endeavors and make success impossible.
A child's hand in yours - what tenderness it arouses, what power it conjures. You are instantly the very touchstone read more
A child's hand in yours - what tenderness it arouses, what power it conjures. You are instantly the very touchstone of power and wisdom. Merry Browne -Marjorie Holmes.
There's a compelling reason to master information and news. Clearly there will be better job and financial opportunities. Other high read more
There's a compelling reason to master information and news. Clearly there will be better job and financial opportunities. Other high stakes will be missed by people if they don't master and connect information.
If you can't excell with talent, triumph with effort.
If you can't excell with talent, triumph with effort.
One forgets too easily the difference between a man and his image, and that there is none between the sound read more
One forgets too easily the difference between a man and his image, and that there is none between the sound of his voice on the screen and in real life.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.
The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.
