Do you know that the tendrils of graft and corruption have become mighty interlacing roots so that even men who would like to be honest are tripped and trapped by them?
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLDo you know that the tendrils of graft and corruption have become mighty interlacing roots so that even men who would like to be honest are tripped and trapped by them?
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLDogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLI’ll make me a nice comfortable garment to shut out the heat and the cold,’ and then it ends by becoming a strait-jacket.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLThe idea of perfection always gives one a chance to talk without knowing facts.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLIf a diplomat says yes, he means perhaps. If he says perhaps he means no. And if he says no, he’s the hell of a diplomat.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLDefeat in itself was part and parcel of the great gambling game of politics.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLHave you ever heard apple wood talking? It’s the most loquacious of all. You really can’t get a word in edgeways.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLSpring, summer, autumn, or winter. I wish I had failed as little in other ways.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULL[On religion:] Wasn’t it invented by man for a kind of solace? It’s as though he had said,
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLI think we foreshorten our own viewpoint if we consider any state of mind, or society, or government as final. Growth and change! We can’t get away from them.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLYou must learn to drink the cup of life as it comes … without stirring it up from the bottom. That’s where the bitter dregs are!
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLThere is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLBurning logs can carry on quite a conversation!
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLThere is still vitality under the winter snow, even though to the casual eye it seems to be dead.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLA man who could not accept it and try again was not of the stuff of which leaders are made.
AGNES SLIGH TURNBULLA country-bred man can always learn to get on with city people, but a town-bred fellah never gets the real hang of the country.
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