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Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life.
Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.
The world was made before English language, and seemingly upon a different design.
Jekyll had more than a father's interest; Hyde had more than a son's indifference.
I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap.
I am told there are people who do not care for maps, and I find it hard to believe.
To believe in immortality is one thing, but it is first needful to believe in life.
If you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!
To be feared of a thing and yet to do it, is what makes the prettiest kind of a man.
Do not write merely to be understood. Write so you cannot possibly be misunderstood.
The world is full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!
Sir, with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.
Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.
We should strive to go on in fortune and misfortune like a clock during a thunderstorm.
Do not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today.
The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
By the time a man gets well into his seventies his continued existence is a mere miracle.
Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair
To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.
Really don't choose every day from the harvest you experience but from the seeds you plant
Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.
Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular-letter to the friends of him who writes it.
You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.
The world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die.
You could read Kant by yourself, if you wanted; but you must share a joke with some one else.
Once I guessed right, And I got credit by't; Thrice I guessed wrong, And I kept my credit on.
You can read Kant by yourself, if you wanted to; but you must share a joke with someone else.
Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak.
All error, not merely verbal, is a strong way of stating that the current truth is incomplete.
They say cowardice is infectious; but then argument is, on the other hand, a great emboldener.
Everything is true; only the opposite is true too; you must believe both equally or be damned.
Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke.
If you want a person's faults, go to those who love him. They will not tell you, but they know.
The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance.
Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other, both in mind and body.
All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.
Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.
He who has learned to love an art or science has wisely laid up riches against the day of riches.
Since hate poisons the soul, don't cherish enmities or grudges: avoid people who make you unhappy.
Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.
Extreme busyness, whether at school or college, kirk or market, is a symptom of deficient vitality.
And if a man reads very hard, as the old anecdote reminds us, he will have little time for thought.
Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.
Friends: People who know you well, but like you anyway. The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
There can be no fairer ambition than to excel in talk; to be affable, gay, ready, clear, and welcome.