“ The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge. ”
- John Dryden- Copy
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“ The little wind that hardly shook The silver of the sleeping brook Blew the gold hair about her eyes, — A mystery of mysteries. So he must often pause, and stoop, An all the wanton ringlets loop Behind her dainty ear — emprise Of slow event and many sighs. ”
- William Dean Howells- Copy
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“ The resounding echo of the mortal coil, echoes in the ears of those who are unprepared for it. To some, it sounds like a symphony - to others, a death toll. ”
- George Whelton- Copy
- 3.9K
“ A talented trumpeter who toots his own horn winds up playing to an empty theatre. A talented trumpeter who lets others recognize his talent winds up a legend. ”
- Lisa Edmondson- Copy
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“ If you see a snake, just kill it - don't appoint a committee on snakes. ”
- Henry Ross Perot- Copy
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