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  • #3
    Theodore Roosevelt
    “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
    Theodore Roosevelt

  • #5
    Charles Mackay
    “Of all the offspring of Time, Error is the most ancient, and is so old and familiar an acquaintance, that Truth, when discovered, comes upon most of us like an intruder, and meets the intruder's welcome.


    Charles Mackay

  • #6
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man." ~ 'The Black Cat.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #7
    Anne Rice
    “I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.”
    Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

  • #8
    Betty  Smith
    “Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #9
    Mark Twain
    “Never argue with an idiot. They will only bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.”
    Mark Twain

  • #10
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “The enemy is within the gates; it is with our own luxury, our own folly, our own criminality that we have to contend.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #11
    W.H. Auden
    “Evil is unspectacular and always human,
    And shares our bed and eats at our own table ....”
    W.H. Auden, Collected Poems

  • #12
    Elbert Hubbard
    “If men could only know each other, they would neither idolize nor hate.”
    Elbert Hubbard

  • #13
    L.M. Montgomery
    “We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.”
    Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  • #14
    George R.R. Martin
    “My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #15
    George R.R. Martin
    “They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.”
    George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

  • #16
    George R.R. Martin
    “There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win.”
    George R. R. Martin

  • #17
    Dan    Brown
    “Can you keep secrets? Can you know a thing and never say it again?”
    Dan Brown, The Da Vinci Code

  • #18
    Edmund Wilson
    “No two persons ever read the same book.”
    Edmund Wilson

  • #19
    George R.R. Martin
    “Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear?
    Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet
    deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long
    night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children
    are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and
    hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods”
    George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones



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