Football is all very well as a game for rough girls, but is hardly suitable for delicate boys. Oscar Wilde

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The person that said winning isn’t everything, never won anything.
Mia Hamm
American female soccer player.

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Wide sea, that one continuous murmur breeds along the pebbled shore of memory! John Keats (1795-1821) British poet.

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John O’Brien

They sing the songs of all the earth,

Of tender sky, and dimpling sea,

But all their strains have not the worth

Of one Australian song, for me.

He who hurries can not walk with dignity. Chinese Proverb.

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The sole and basic source of our strength is the solidarity of workers, peasants and the intelligentsia, the solidarity of the nation, the solidarity of people who seek to live in dignity, truth, and in harmony with their conscience.
Lech Walesa

"A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger."

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‘Clothes do not make a gentleman’,
Oh! please remember that.
Although proud puss would fain be one,
He still remains a cat.

True gentleness is in the heart –
No matter how you’re dressed,
It is in the things you think and do
That show what you are best.

 

Edith Pfrunder, writing as Australian Barley.

Martin Luther King Jr. “You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step”

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My life is very exciting now. Nostalgia for what? It’s like climbing a staircase. I’m on the top of the staircase, I look behind and see the steps. That’s where I was. We’re here right now. Tomorrow, we’ll be someplace else. So why nostalgia?
Jeanne Moreau

Whispering ghosts of the West, Who brought you here to our land?

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Songs of the East Coast, 1947: Val Vallis

I am of the east-coast country;

Not from the great cities that play Faust,

With flats for souls, but where the Queensland hills

Bite the blue skies with their emerald teeth,

And where the sun sets witches’ fires on the waterline.

Here I was born.

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Where the Pelican Builds

The horses were ready, the rails were down,
But the riders lingered still —
One had a parting word to say,
And one had his pipe to fill.
Then they mounted, one with a granted prayer,
And one with a grief unguessed.
“We are going,” they said, as they rode away —
“Where the pelican builds her nest!”
They had told us of pastures wide and green,
To be sought past the sunset’s glow;
Of rifts in the ranges by opal lit;
And gold ‘neath the river’s flow.
And thirst and hunger were banished words
When they spoke of that unknown West;
No drought they dreaded, no flood they feared,
Where the pelican builds her nest!
The creek at the ford was but fetlock deep
When we watched them crossing there;
The rains have replenished it thrice since then,
And thrice has the rock lain bare.
But the waters of Hope have flowed and fled,
And never from blue hill’s breast
Come back – by the sun and the sands devoured –
Where the pelican builds her nest.
Mary Hannay Foott – (1846 – 1918)

AND THIS IS WHY THIS SITE ROCKETED JUST FOR ONE DAY

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alphainventions.com IS WHY. I still don’t understand it but it took the hits for the day into another Interverse entirely. I thought I was becoming a General Genius but in fact Cheru Jackson had become the Specific Genius apparently.  Most interesting !

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