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There are just some kind of men who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one.

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But before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself.

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A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishing pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children playe...more

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He might have hurt me a little,' Atticus conceded, 'but sn, you'll understand folks a little better when you're older. A mob's always made up of peopl...more

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When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness’ sake. But don’t make a production of it. Children are children, but they can spot an evasio...more