216 ordspråk av Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Life is a great bundle of little things
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Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum.
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Literature is full of coincidences, which some love to believe are plagiarisms. There are thoughts always abroad in the air which it takes more wit to avoid than to hit upon.
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Little-minded people's thoughts move in such small circles that five minutes conversation gives you an arc long enough to determine their whole curve.
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Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.
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Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.
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Love prefers twilight to daylight
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Man has will, but woman has her way.
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Man is born a predestined idealist, for he is born to act. To act is to affirm the worth of an end, and to persist in affirming the worth of an end is to make an ideal.
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Man wants but little drink below, / But wants that little strong.
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Man's mind, stretched by a new idea, never goes back to its original dimensions.
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Many people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it, time runs out.
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Memories, imagination, old sentiments, and associations are more readily reached through the sense of smell than through any other channel.
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Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.
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Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.
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