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Stephen Hyter
"Some day you will die and somehow something's going to steal your carbon"
"Some day you will die and somehow something's going to steal your carbon"

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I believed that if people got out and ran a few miles every day the world would be a better place.

I didn't consider myself an optimist by nature, not that I was a pessimist, I generally tried to hover between the two, committing to neither.

No matter the sport, no matter the human endeavor really, total effort will win peoples hearts.

Seek a calling, even if you don't know what that means, seek it. If you're following your calling the fatigue will be easier to bear, the disappointments will be fuel.

Shoe Dog, Phil Knight
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No American whose fathers have lived in the country for over two generations is so utterly different from any other American

There never will be a time when there won't be a large proportion of people who feel poor no matter how much they have, and envy their neighbors who know how to wear cheap clothes showily, and envy neighbors who can dance or make love or digest better

Omelet! Eggs! By God, sir, men's souls and blood are not eggshells for tyrants to break!

There is not greater compliment to the Jews than the fact that the degree of their unpopularity is always the scientific measure of the cruelty and silliness of the regime under which they live

-It Can't Happen Here, Sinclair Lewis
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There were ever so many things to be done.

It's just that I'm here to till the soil. I have many people and even more animals tor provide for. We live off the land.

"You mustn't cry about that," Isak says, "we're none of us as we should be."

Because the laws are made by men. There you have the answer. We are at a pass where we have to invoke heaven's protection against these man-made laws! And it will not get better until we women join in and get a say in the elections and in parliament.

And time goes by, the winter passes, spring is here again.

God only knows where all things come from, nothing has a single cause, everything has a series of causes.

No, Sivert didn't talk in long jingles, he was a dweller in the wilds, quiet and trustworthy. What was there to talk about?
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