Quote by Major Taylor
In closing I wish to say that while I was sorely beset by a number

In closing I wish to say that while I was sorely beset by a number of white riders in my racing days, I have also enjoyed the friendship of countless thousands of white men whom I class as among my closest friends. – Major Taylor

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I pray they will carry on in spite of that dreadful monster prejudice, and with patience, courage, fortitude and perseverance achieve success for themselves. – Major Taylor

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Courage
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I can hardly express in words my deep feeling and sympathy for them, knowing as I do, the many serious handicaps and obstacles that will confront them in almost every walk of life. – Major Taylor

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Sympathy
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A real friend is someone who would feel loss if you jumped on a train, or in front of one. – Author Unknown

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It must be remembered that the sea is a great breeder of friendship. Two men who have known each other for twenty years find that twenty days at sea bring them nearer than ever they were before, or else estrange them. – Gilbert Parker

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One’s friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human. – George Santayana

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As told in Friendship with God, if we simply decided to believe and act as if first, were all one, and second, life is eternal, it would render virtually everything weve done all our lives pointless. – Neale Donald Walsch

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To conquer oneself is a greater task than conquering others. – Buddha

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Technology is just a tool. In terms of getting the kids working together and motivating them, the teacher is the most important. – Bill Gates

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I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death. – William Butler Yeats

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