To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the … - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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I never saw a pitcher I didn't feel sorry for.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the rest. " And I make answer: "I am satisfied; I dare not ask; I know not what is best; God hath already said what shall betide.

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Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

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A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

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It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.

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If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

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