216 ordspråk av Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, / As the swift seasons roll!
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But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
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Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati sounds worse.
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Civilization is the process of reducing the infinite to the finite
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Consciously or unconsciously we all strive to make the kind of a world we like.
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Controversy equalizes fools and wise men - and the fools know it
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Day has put on his jacket, and around / His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.
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Death tugs at my ear and says: "Live, I am coming";
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Do not be bullied out of your common sense by the specialist; two to one, he is a pedant
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Don't be "consistent" but be simple true.
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Don't flatter yourself that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. The nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become.
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Don't flatter yourself that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. The nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become.
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Don't you know my tears will burn the pillow, set this place on fire cause I'm tired of your lies. All I needed was a simple hello, but the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear me cry. I gave you my life in vain, how was I to know you were aw
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Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?
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Easy crying widows take new husbands soonest; there's nothing like wet weather for transplanting
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