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| You can't learn in school what the world is going to do next year. |
| by Henry Ford |
| It is all one to me if a man comes from Sing Sing or Harvard. We hire a man, not his history. |
| by Henry Ford |
| None of our men are "experts." We have most unfortunately found it necessary to get rid of a man as soon as he thinks himself an expert because no one ever considers himself expert if he really knows his job. A man who knows a job sees so much more to be done than he has done, that he is always pressing forward and never gives up an instant of thought to how good and how efficient he is. Thinking always ahead, thinking always of trying to do more, brings a state of mind in which nothing is impossible. The moment one gets into the "expert" state of mind a great number of things become impossible. |
| by Henry Ford |
| If they try to rush me, I always say, I've only got one other speed and it's slower. |
| by Glenn Ford |
| Fear is the mother of foresight. |
| by Henry Taylor |
| Love gives itself; it is not bought. |
| by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Give me Liberty or give me death! |
| by Patrick Henry |
| The nearer the dawn the darker the night. |
| by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted. |
| by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose. |
| by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| The counterfeit and counterpart Of Nature reproduced in art. |
| by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| In expanding the field of knowledge we but increase the horizon of ignorance. |
| by Henry Miller |
| Beware of him who hates the laugh of a child. |
| by Henry Ward Beecher |
| Things do not change, we do. |
| by Henry David Thoreau |
| We hate the kindness which we understand. |
| by Henry David Thoreau |
| There is no remedy for love but to love more. |
| by Henry David Thoreau |
| Time is but the stream I go a fishing in. |
| by Henry David Thoreau |
| Now, in reality, the world have paid too great a compliment to criti |
| by Henry Fielding |
| A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child. |
| by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat. |
| by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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