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Would you want to do business with a person who was 99% honest?
Source: In
Our subconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes and cannot tell the difference between reality and an...
The birthplace of success for each person is in his Inner-Consciousness. The Inner-Consciousness will use whatever it...
It is not the hours we put in on the job, it is what we put into the hours that counts.
Poor is the man who does not know his own intrinsic worth and tends to measure everything by relative value. A man of...
Those who live in a world of human beings can only retrace their steps.
Source: In...
. . . what is hidden beneath the interior monologue: an immense profusion of sensations, images, sentiments, memories,...
We're swallowed up only when we are willing for it to happen.
Source: The...
Suspicion. . . is one of the morbid reactions by which an organism defends itself and seeks another...
Television has lifted the manufacture of banality out of the sphere of handicraft and placed it in that of a major...
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall...
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my...
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to...
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good...
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When...
Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.
Source: 'No...
I have come to the conclusion after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at...
There are no signposts in the sea.
Source: No Signposts in the Sea, 1961.
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Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of...
It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly...