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A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the year.

Walter Scott

I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.
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Myself Story Truth
Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking.
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Drink Greatness Habit Kind
What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people’s minds.
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Mindset People Reality Strange
Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
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Ambition Deep Man Ruin
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
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
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Heaven Love Man
A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.
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Goodness Mortal Poor Wine
One or two of these scoundrel statesmen should be shot once a-year, just to keep the others on their good behavior.
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Character Goodness Man
Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.
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Age Time
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
Many of our cares are but a morbid way of looking at our privileges
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Care Ourselves Privelege
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
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Attitude Impossible
The will to do, the soul to dare.
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Dare Inspirational One Liner Soul Willing
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
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
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
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Man Myself Wake Up

A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the year.

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