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I think the teaching profession contributes more to the future of

I think the teaching profession contributes more to the future of our society than any other single profession. – John Wooden

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I talked to the players and tried to make them aware of what was good and bad, but I didnt try to run their lives. – John Wooden

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I like to spend time in the past, with the things that have been important to me. – John Wooden

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Time
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Things turn out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out. – John Wooden

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The question of armaments, whether on land or sea, is the most immediately and intensely practical question connected with the future fortunes of nations and of mankind. – Woodrow Wilson

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Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our childrens future. And we are all mortal. – John F. Kennedy

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Future

People always ask me, What is it that you regret? And I say, nothing, because I could not buy what Ive learned. And I apply those things to my life I learn. And hopefully, hopefully it helps me to be a better human in the future and make better choices. – Katy Perry

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Future

So foolish is the heart of man that he ever puts his hope in the future, learning nothing from his past errors and fancying that tomorrow must be better than today. – Mika Waltari

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Future

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One sure way to lose another womans friendship is to try to improve her flower arrangements. – Marcelene Cox

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It is folly for a man to pray to the gods for that which he has the power to obtain by himself. – Epicurus

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We are never more discontented with others than when we are discontented with ourselves. – Henri Frederic Amiel

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I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder. – Terri Guillemets

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Summer