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No Spring nor Summer beauty hath such grace as I've seen in one Autumnal face. (Explore, #1)
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Sleep is a symptom of caffeine deprivation.
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You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
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Stressed spelled backwards is desserts. Coincidence? I think not!
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Let us be thankful for the fools. But for them the rest of us could not succeed.
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Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.
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There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
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Whoever said money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping.
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When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels. (Explore, #26)
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Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends.
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I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer.
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Silence is a fence around wisdom.
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I may have my head in the clouds, but I have my feet well set on the ground.
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You've got to go out on a limb sometimes because that's where the fruit is.
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There's no metaphysics on Earth like chocolates.
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The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination.
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A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you.
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A nickel will get you on the subway, but garlic will get you a seat.
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Gardens are not made by singing "Oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade.
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In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
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Ice cream is happiness condensed. (Explore, #6)
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Each flower is a soul opening out to nature.
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What was hard to endure is sweet to recall.
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The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
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Love is the poetry of the senses.
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Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
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The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.
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