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When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old read more
When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.
In her experience all her friends relied,
Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.
In her experience all her friends relied,
Heaven was her help and nature was her guide.
Mistakes are painful when they happen, but years later a collection of mistakes is what is called experience.
Mistakes are painful when they happen, but years later a collection of mistakes is what is called experience.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you.
Experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you.
What one has not experienced, one will never understand in print.
What one has not experienced, one will never understand in print.
If we could sell our experiences for what they cost us, we'd all be millionaires.
If we could sell our experiences for what they cost us, we'd all be millionaires.
It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues.
It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues.
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is read more
One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun—which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so...