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On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun of late afternoon the shadows of great branches reached across the river, and the trees took the river in their arms.
Topic: Trees
Losing doesn't eat at me the way it used to. I just get ready for the next play, the next game, the next season.
Topic: Losing
Author: Troy Aikman
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.
Topic: Decisions
Author: Seneca
The happiest miser on earth is the man who saves up every friend he can make.
Topic: Miser
As always, the British especially shudder at the latest American vulgarity, and then they embrace it with enthusiasm two years later.
Topic: Vulgarity
The certainties of one age are the problems of the next.
Topic: History
This I ever held worse that all certitude, To know not what the worst ahead might be.
For variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
Topic: Variety
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue.
Topic: Acting
Wisdom is a sacred communion.
Author: Victor Hugo
Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes.
Topic: Eternity
Superstition is a senseless fear of God.
Author: Cicero
"There's nothing great Nor small," has said a poet of our day, Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
Topic: Poets
It is the neglect of timely repair that makes rebuilding necessary.
Topic: Neglect
Dollars to Doughnuts.
Topic: Cliches
Author: Unknown
This day was yesterday to-morrow nam'd: To-morrow shall be yesterday proclaimed: To-morrow not yet come, not far away, What shall to-morrow then be call'd? To-day.
Topic: Tomorrow
Author: John Owen
What is the use of running when we are on the wrong.
Topic: Wrong
The ultimate Path is without difficulty. Just avoid picking and choosing. -Seng-Ts'an.
Author: Seng Tsan
An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.
Author: Paul Valery
Ours is the age which is proud of machines that think and suspicious of men who try to.