With a gasp of relief he stepped out into the night, closing the door behind him.
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Babbling covers a lot of secrets
Being a man of very few ideas, he cherished those he had
Beneath it all there was a little touch of ridicule
Don’t go at a fence till you’re sure of your seat
Even bad company’s better than no company at all
Future of those who will not see, because to see is to suffer
I like when I like, and I like a lot when I like
I don’t think. I’m old enough to know
It ain’t for us to say what we’re goin’ to be, not always
Knew when to shut his eyes, and when to keep them open
Nothing so popular for the moment as the fall of a favourite
Self-will, self-pride, and self-righteousness were big in him
That he will find the room empty where I am not
The temerity and nonchalance of despair
The real business of life is trying to understand each other
Things in life git stronger than we are
Tyranny of the little man, given a power
We don’t live in months and years, but just in minutes
What’ll be the differ a hundred years from now
You’ve got blind rashness, and so you think you’re bold