“To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.”
Work“All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.”
Failure“To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.”
Work“I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.”
Funny“Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.”
Anger“We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.”
Poetry“Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.”
Life“The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.”
Respect“I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.”
Religion“I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.”
Newyears“Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.”
Poetry“I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.”
Poetry“Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.”
Best“Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.”
War“Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.”
Wisdom“Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.”
Nature“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.”
Poetry“The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.”
Happiness“When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found they forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what had brought them along.”
Society“Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.”
Time“I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.”
Trust“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.”
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