Quote by Groucho Marx
Im leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when its

Im leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when its not raining. – Groucho Marx

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I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book. – Groucho Marx

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Time
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The first thing which I can record concerning myself is, that I was born. These are wonderful words. This life, to which neither time nor eternity can bring diminution – this everlasting living soul, began. My mind loses itself in these depths. – Groucho Marx

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Life
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A child of five would understand this. Send someone to fetch a child of five. – Groucho Marx

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If there is dissatisfaction with the status quo, good. If there is ferment, so much the better. If there is restlessness, I am pleased. Then let there be ideas, and hard thought, and hard work. If man feels small, let man make himself bigger. – Hubert H. Humphrey

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good

If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor mens cottage princes palaces. – William Shakespeare

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good

However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act on upon them? – Buddha

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good

The hardest job kids face today is learning good manners without seeing any. – Fred Astaire

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good

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The public has lost faith in the ability of Social Security and Medicare to provide for old age. Theyve lost faith in the banking system and in conventional medical insurance. – Ron Chernow

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Faith

We know from our own history that democratic institutions take decades to mature, and we know from past conflicts that freedom is not free. – Jim DeMint

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Freedom

We want all our friends to tell us our bad qualities; it is only the particular ass that does so whom we cant tolerate. – William James

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Sincerity

If I could only go back to thirty, and yet retain all my experience, I would turn somersaults all the way down to Ostergade. – Hans Christian Andersen (1805–1875), written in his seventieth year [The f

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