Quote by Grandma Moses
I look back on my life like a good days work, it was done and I am

I look back on my life like a good days work, it was done and I am satisfied with it. – Grandma Moses

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A strange thing is memory, and hope one looks backward, and the other forward one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day. – Grandma Moses

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May joy and good fellowship reign, and in this manner, may the Olympic Torch pursue its way through ages, increasing friendly understanding among nations, for the good of a humanity always more enthusiastic, more courageous and more pure. – Pierre de Coubertin

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To have ego means to believe in your own strength. And to also be open to other peoples views. It is to be open, not closed. So, yes, my ego is big, but its also very small in some areas. My ego is responsible for my doing what I do – bad or good. – Barbra Streisand

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