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HERE IS SOME OF OUR WISDOM LINE The final myster is oneself. | Three things in human life are important: The first is to be kind. The the second is to be kind. The third is to be kind. | I like tree because they seem more resigned to live than other things do. | what lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared with what lies within us. | To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible decception; it is an eteral loss for which there jid no reparation, either in time or in eternity. | The nicest thing about the future is that it come one day at a time. | The sound of laughter has always seemed to me the most civilized music in the universe. | Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an aritst once he grows up. | You may be disappointed if you are doomed if you don't try. | where I was born and where I have been that should be of intrest. | I think knowing what you cannot do is more important than knowing what you can do. | We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while other judge us by what we have already done. | When one door ofj happiness closes, another opens;but often we look so long to the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.| The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one has to do. | Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got. | The world stande to let anyone pass who know where he is going. | He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. | Tell me I'll forget. Show me, and I'll may not remember. Involve me, and I'll understand. | If a man finds himself with bread in both hands, he should exchange one loaff for some flowers fo the narcissus, because the loaf feeds the body, but the flowers feed the soul. |