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More Men Die Of Worry Than Of Work, Because More Men Worry Than Work.

The Mind-is Not The Heart. I May Yet Live, As I Know Others Live, To Wish In Vain To Let Go With The Mind- Of Cares, At Night, To Sleep; But Nothing Tells Me That I Need Learn To Let Go With The Heart.

There Are Two Kinds Of Teachers: The Kind That Fill You With So Much Quail Shot That You Can't Move, And The Kind That Just Gives You A Little Prod Behind And You Jump To The Skies.

My Definition Of Poetry (if I Were Forced To Give One) Would Be This: Words That Have Become Deeds.

I Hold It To Be The Inalienable Right Of Anybody To Go To Hell In His Own Way.