Mark Twain's Quote - I didnt attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I appr

Quote by Mark Twain

I didnt attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I appr

I didnt attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it. – Mark Twain

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Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain. – Mark Twain

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Man was made at the end of the weeks work when God was tired. – Mark Twain

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The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them. – Mark Twain

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For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts. – Thomas Mann

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Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms. – Che Guevara

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The enemy fought with savage fury, and met death with all its horrors, without shrinking or complaining: not one asked to be spared, but fought as long as they could stand or sit. – Davy Crockett

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Suicide is… the sincerest form of criticism life gets. – Wilfred Sheed, The Good Word, 1978

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Random Quotes

That which does not kill us makes us stronger. – Friedrich Nietzsche

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I believe there is a relationship between having an interest in the arts and the behaviour of society as a whole. Some politicians find it difficult that the arts is a weapon of happiness… Politics is often about deprivation rather than the opening up of ideas and nourishing creative endeavour. – Richard Eyre

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The hypothesis of surviving intelligence and personality – not only surviving but anxious and able with difficulty to communicate – is the simplest and most straightforward and the only one that fits all the facts. – Oliver Joseph Lodge

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I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. – Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

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