Manners require time and nothing is more vulgar than haste.

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What lies behind you and what lies in front of you pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.

What lies behind you and what lies in front of you pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.

Always do what you are afraid to do.

Always do what you are afraid to do.

The only way to have a friend is to be one.

The only way to have a friend is to be one.

Some books leave us free and some books make us free.

Some books leave us free and some books make us free.

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