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"Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself." »Ralph Waldo Emerson
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"Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others with out getting a few drops on yourself." »Ralph Waldo Emerson
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"pour water on a sportswriter -- instant horseshit." »Ted Williams
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"Doctors pour drugs of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less, into patients of whom they know nothing." »Moliere
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"A man can take a little bourbon without getting drunk, but if you hold his mouth open and pour in a quart, he's going to get sick on it." »Lyndon B. Johnson
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"A friend is one to whom you can pour out the contents of your heart, chaff and grain alike. Knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away." »Unknown
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"A friend is one to whom one can pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keeping what is worth keeping, and, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away." »Arab Proverb
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"It is chiefly through books that we enjoy intercourse with superior minds, and these invaluable means of communication are in the reach of all. In the best books, great men talk to us, give us their most precious thoughts, and pour their souls into ours." »William E. Channing
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"Dans ce pays-ci il est bon de tuer de temps en temps un amiral pour encourager les autres. (In this country England it is thought well to kill an admiral from time to time to encourage the others. from Candide)" »Francois Marie Arouet Voltaire
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"Realize that true happiness lies within you. Waste no time and effort searching for peace and contentment and joy in the world outside. Remember that there is no happiness in having or in getting, but only in giving. Reach out. Share. Smile. Hug. Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself." »Og Mandino
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"This coffee plunges into the stomach...the mind is aroused, and ideas pour forth like the battalions of the Grand Army on the field of battle.... Memories charge at full gallop...the light cavalry of comparisons deploys itself magnificently; the artillery of logic hurry in with their train of ammunition; flashes of wit pop up like sharp-shooters." »Honore de Balzac
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