By the streets of 'by and by,' one arrives at the house of 'never'. - Miguel de Cervantes

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Tell a man what he may not sing and he is still half free; even all free, if he never wanted to sing it. But tell him what he must sing, take up his time with it so that his true voice cannot sound even in secret -- there, I have seen is slavery.

Miguel de Cervantes

By the streets of 'by and by,' one arrives at the house of 'never'.

Arrives, House, Procrastination, Streets

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'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

Flies, Force, Like, Love, Morning, Running

The pen is the tongue of the mind.

Mind, Pen, Teacher, Tongue, Writing

History is the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instructor of the present, and monitor to the future.

Action, Actions, Depository, Example, Past

Woman's advice has little value, but he who won't take it is a fool.

Advice, Fool, Littles, Take, Value

The wicked are always ungrateful.

Ingratitude, Ungrateful, Wicked

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The state calls Paul Winthrop to the stand. ". . . Paul answered the opening questions briefly, weighing his words, his eyes on Julia's. "Would you tell the court the nature of your relationship with Miss Summers?" "I'm in love with Miss Summers. " The faintest of smiles touched his lips. "Completely in love with Miss Summers.

Eye, Love, Missing, Paul, Smiles, Summer

Carl Rogers

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying, "Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner. " I don't try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.

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If nature had produced spontaneously all the objects which we desire, and in sufficient abundance for the desires of all, there would have been no source of dispute or of injury among men; nor would any man have possessed the means of ever acquiring authority over another.

Abundance, Acquiring, Desire, Mean, Men, Spontaneously

Cornelia Funke

My wife loves written words. . . you know, words that stick to parchment and paper like dead flies, and it seems my father felt the same - but I want to hear words! Remember that when you are looking for the right words: You must ask yourself what they SOUND like! Glowing with passion, dark with sorrow, sweet with love, that's what I want. - Cosimo

Father, Looking, Love, Passion, Stick, Sweet