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He knows so little and knows it so fluently.
To teach one's self is to be forced to learn twice.
I'm not going to lie down and let trouble walk over me.
All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.
Women like to sit down with trouble - as if it were knitting.
anger and jealousy are spasms of the nerves, not of the heart.
The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.
What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.
Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material?
No life is so hard that you cannot make it easier by the way you take it.
Nothing is more consuming, or more illogical, than the desire for remembrance.
Nothing in life is so hard that you can't make it easier by the way you take it.
Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.
Violence commands both literature and life, and violence is always crude and distorted.
Women are one of the Almighty's enigmas to prove to men that He knows more than they do.
I haven't much opinion of words. They're apt to set fire to a dry tongue, that's what I say.
It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.
No idea is so antiquated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not someday be antiquated.
Insolent youth rides, now, in the whirlwind. For those modern iconoclasts who are without culture possess, apparently, all the courage.
A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away.
There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under the skins.
No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.
I waited and worked, and watched the inferior exalted for nearly thirty years; and when recognition came at last, it was too late to alter events, or to make a difference in living.
. . . this rage - I have never forgotten it - contained every anger, every revolt I had ever felt in my life - the way I felt when I saw the black dog hunted, the way I felt when I watched old Uncle Henry taken away to the almshouse, the way I felt whenever I had seen people or animals hurt for the pleasure or profit of others.