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Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a read more
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
If I had to live my life over, I'd live over a saloon.
If I had to live my life over, I'd live over a saloon.
The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure much.
The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure much.
Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that read more
Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success, that is way great spiritual giants are produced.
Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring and because it has fresh peaches read more
Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring and because it has fresh peaches in it.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in read more
The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.
Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, read more
Sooner or later we all discover that the important moments in life are not the advertised ones, not the birthdays, the graduations, the weddings, not the great goals achieved. The real milestones are less prepossessing. They come to the door of memory unannounced, stray dogs that amble in, sniff around a bit and almost never leave. Our lives are measured by those.
