The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.

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Children are like tiny flowers: They need care, but each is beautiful alone.

Not failure, but low aim, is the crime.

It is easy - terribly easy - to shake a man's faith in himself. To take advantage of that to break a man's spirit is devil's work.

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