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Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

Walter Scott

Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges
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Care Ourselves Privelege
The half hour between waking and rising has all my life proved propitious to any task which was exercising my invention… It was always when I first opened my eyes that the desired ideas thronged upon me.
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Life Rise Wake Up
Treason seldom dwells with courage.
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Courage Death
Good Night, Goodnight, Dream.
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Dream Night
Heap on more wood! – the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
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Joy Nature Religious
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
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Coward Dare Fight Nation
There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.
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Character Excellence Existence Strange
I have heard men talk about the blessings of freedom, he said to himself, but I wish any wise man would teach me what use to make of it now that I have it.
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Blessing Freedom Himself Man Myself Talk Teaching
The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
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Deep Friendship
Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.
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Greatness Mad Talent
If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.
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Rise Yourself
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
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Breathe Death Himself Man Soul
From my experience, not one in twenty marries the first love; we build statues of snow and weep to see them melt.
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Experience Love Marriage Myself See
Hurry no man’s cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself.
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Animal Man Yourself
The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.
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Greatness Path Peace Virtue World
November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.
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Change Nature Season Sky

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

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