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When Mark Twain was at the height of his career he told a friend: 'olt took me l0 years to discover that I had no talent for writing."

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"No, by that time I was too famous!" olv e sov

He is perhaps five, eight , or ten years old. He is made up of the following ingredients: Noise, energy, imagination, curiosityo and hunger. He is the t'cute little fellow down the street," oothat spoiled brat next dooro" or "My son." That depends on who you are-but he is something else too. He is tomorrow. He is part of an important generation. He is part of the future. So, anyone who influences his life is making an important contribution to the future.- (Author Unknown)

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And now among the fading embers, These in the main are my regrets: When I am righq no one remembers, When I am wrong, no one forgets.

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A small-town newspaper carried a half page of white space, in the center of ,which was set in very small type: o'This space belongs to Jim Brown, who went fishing*with the copy in his pocket."

Here is success advice to a boy just graduating from college: Either get a job and marry the rich boss's daughter or, get- a job, woik hard and honestly for twenty years, and then marry the rich boss's daughter.