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Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan’s egg.

Hans Christian Andersen

Time is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him.
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Age Fleeting Thinking
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
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Enjoy Improvement Life Self
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
It was clear to me, as I glanced back over my earlier life, that a loving Providence watched over me, that all was directed for me by a higher power.
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Clear Higher Power Providence
It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born … Some call me the Elder Granny, others – the Dryad, but my real name is Memory. It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.
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Memories Names Real
There was once a merchant who was so rich that he might have paved the whole street, and a little alley besides, with silver money. But he didn’t do it–he knew better how to use his money than that.
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Littles might Money Street Use
Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
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Men Wise Writing
He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely.
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Gun Heart Morning
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.
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Inspirational Moving Travel
Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!
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Butter Many People
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.
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Mad Men Possibly Real Shadow Support
Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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