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I like to think of my behavior in the sixties as a learning experi

I like to think of my behavior in the sixties as a learning experience. Then again, I like to think of anything stupid Ive done as a learning experience. It makes me feel less stupid. – P. J. ORourke

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I was an only child. Ive known only children. From this experience, I do believe that the children should outnumber the parents. – Jane Smiley

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You can learn more from the lows than the highs. The highs are great but the lows make you really look at things in a different way and want to improve. Every player will have both in their careers and I have, but what you get is that experience which is so important to perform at your best. – Wayne Rooney

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To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illuminate only the track it has passed. – Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act. – A. E. Housman

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