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He Had Then Warned His Daughter Not To Violate The Eleventh Commandment. "which One Is That?" I Asked Her. "do Not Bullshit Thy Father," She Said.

True Love Comes Quietly, Without Banners Or Flashing Lights. If You Hear Bells, Get Your Ears Checked.

Quiet Heroism Or Youthful Idealism, Or Both? What Do We Know? That Life Without Heroism And Idealism Is Not Worth Living - Or That Either Can Be Fatal?

Part Of Being A Big Winner Is The Ability To Be A Big Loser. There Is No Paradox Involved. It Is A Distinctly Harvard Thing To Be Able To Turn Any Defeat Into Victory