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The Lawyers Know Too Much THE LAWYERS, Bob, know too much. They are chums of the books of old John Marshall. They know it all, what a dead hand wrote, A stiff dead hand and its knuckles crumbling, The bones of the fingers a thin white ash. The lawyers know a dead man's thoughts too well. In the heels of the higgling lawyers, Bob, Too many slippery ifs and buts and howevers, Too much hereinbefore provided whereas, Too many doors to go i..
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I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
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I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
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Tell me if the lovers are losers... tell me if any get more than the lovers.
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The Republic is a dream. Nothing happens unless first a dream.
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Man's life? A candle in the wind, hoar-frost on stone.
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Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.
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One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.
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I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.
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