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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, Ill rise.
Do everything you ask of those you command.
If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you got a problem. Everything else is inconvenience.
To think is easy. To act is hard.
The void created by the failure to communicate is soon filled with poison, drivel and misrepresentation.
No man ever reached to excellence in any one art or profession without having passed through the slow and painful process of study and preparation.
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, Ill rise.
Do everything you ask of those you command.
If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you got a problem. Everything else is inconvenience.
To think is easy. To act is hard.
The void created by the failure to communicate is soon filled with poison, drivel and misrepresentation.
No man ever reached to excellence in any one art or profession without having passed through the slow and painful process of study and preparation.