Quote by William Faulkner
When my horse is running good, I dont stop to give him sugar. - Wi

When my horse is running good, I dont stop to give him sugar. – William Faulkner

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Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That’s how he finds that he can bear anything. – William Faulkner

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Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all. – William Faulkner

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There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps its the risk, the gamble. In any event its a thing I need. – William Faulkner

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A man must not deny his manifest abilities, for that is to evade his obligations. – William Feather

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There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other. – Douglas Everett

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Natural abilities are like natural plants; they need pruning by study. – Francis Bacon

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No letters after your name are ever going to be a total guarantee of competence any more than they are a guarantee against fraud. Improving competence involves continuing professional development … That is the really crucial thing, not just passing an examination. – Colette Bowe

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