A happy childhood is the pledge of a ripe manhood. - Amos Bronson Alcott

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The speech of one who utters with his tongue what he thinks with his ear, and feels the pride of a creator in accomplishing the feat of a parrot. A means (under Providence) of setting up as a wit without a capital of sense.

Amos Bronson Alcott

A happy childhood is the pledge of a ripe manhood.

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We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes.

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A true teacher defends his students against his own personal influences.

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That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.

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First find the man in yourself if you will inspire manliness in others.

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Would Shakespeare and Raleigh have done their best, would that galaxy have shone so bright in the heavens had there been no Elizabeth on the throne?

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In my entire life I never set out to do anything ground-breaking or pioneering, and I'm not going to start anytime soon.

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If Under fell, if Over leaped, If death was life and Death life reaped, Something rises from the gloom, To make the Underland a tomb Hear it scratching down below, Rat of long forgotten snow, Evil cloaked in coat of White, Will the Warrior drain your light? What could turn the Warrior week? What do burning Gnawers seek? Just a barely speaking pup That holds the Land of Under up Die the baby, die his heart Die his most essential part Die the peace that rules the hour, Gnawers have their key to power

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