Riches: A dream in the night. Fame: A gull floating on water.

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Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, 
Through it lead to glory or the darkness of the pit. 
Ye who take the Lone Trail, bid your love good-bye; 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow till you die. 
The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; 
You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide; 
And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan, 
Yet you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on. 
And somehow you’re sick of the highway, with its noise and its easy needs, 
And sometimes it leads to the desert, and the tongue swells out of the mouth, 
And you stagger blind to the mirage, to die in the mocking drought. 
And sometimes it leads to the mountain, to the light of the lone camp-fire, 
And you gnaw your belt in the anguish of hunger-goaded desire. 
And sometimes it leads to the Southland, to the swamp where the orchid glows, 
And you rave to your grave with the fever, and they rob the corpse for its clothes. 
And sometimes it leads to the Northland, and the scurvy softens your bones, 
And your flesh dints in like putty, and you spit out your teeth like stones. 
And sometimes it leads to a coral reef in the wash of a weedy sea, 
And you sit and stare at the empty glare where the gulls wait greedily. 
And sometimes it leads to an Arctic trail, and the snows where your torn feet freeze, 
And you whittle away the useless clay, and crawl on your hands and knees. 
Often it leads to the dead-pit; always it leads to pain; 
By the bones of your brothers ye know it, but oh, to follow you’re fain. 
By your bones they will follow behind you, till the ways of the world are made plain. 
Bid good-by to sweetheart, bid good-by to friend; 
The Lone Trail, the Lone Trail follow to the end. 
Tarry not, and fear not, chosen of the true;
Lover of the Lone Trail, the Lone Trail waits for you. 

–ROBERT SERVICE, The Lone Trail, 1907

I don’t like silk underwear. They don’t do the job, you know? Matt LeBlanc

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Pee when you have the chance.

Because to ignore it is to regret it.

One morning I put my underwear on backwards, and I didn’t notice the mistake until I was standing at a urinal, desperately trying to deal with the impeding cloth barrier.

“Pee early and often”

Never pass up a bathroom.

The tide rises, the tide falls,  The twilight darkens, the curlew calls. Longfellow.

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Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls. For even as you have home-comings in your twilight, so has the wanderer in you, the ever distant and alone. Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house dream? And dreaming, leave the city for grove or hilltop?

Khalil Gibraan

When I had a look at the lights of Broadway by night, I said to my American friends : “What a glorious garden of wonders this would be, to any who was lucky enough to be unable to read. G. K. Chesterton

http://www.midmanhattan.com/articles/new-york-quotes.htm

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There’s a broken light for every heart on Broadway.

There’s a broken heart for every light on Broadway. 

Diane Dickey

Oscar Hammerstein: A bell is no bell ’til you ring it, A song is no song ’til you sing it,

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Steal a bell with ears plugged.
 
Chinese original: 掩耳盗铃

A bell is used to alert people . A dumb thief committed robbery with his ears plugged, thinking that if he couldn’t hear it, no one else would.

http://people.wku.edu/haiwang.yuan/China/proverbs/y.html

May every old fairy, from Cork to Dunleary,  Dip him snug and airy in river or lake,  Where the eel and the trout may feed on the snout  Of the monster that murdered Neill Falheerty’s drake

http://www.niagaraceltic.com/rc_curses.html

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Airy, Fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lilian,
When I ask her if she love me,
Claps her tiny hands above me,
Laughing all she can;
She ‘ll not tell me if she love me,
Cruel little Lilian.

II
When my passion seeks
Pleasance in love-sighs,
She, looking thro’ and thro’ me
Thoroughly to undo me,
Smiling, never speaks:
So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple,
From beneath her gathered wimple
Glancing with black-bearded eyes,
Till the lightning laughters dimple
The baby-roses in her cheeks;
Then away she flies.

III
Prythee weep, May Lilian!
Gaiety without eclipse
Whearieth me,
May Lilian;
Thro’ my every heart it thrilleth
When from crimson-threaded lips
Silver-treble laughter trilleth:
Prythee weep,
May Lilian!

IV
Praying all I can,
If prayers will not hush thee, Airy Lilian,
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee, Fairy Lilian.
Lord Tennyson

Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”  ― Mark Twain

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Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of toast and tea

T.S. Eliot

http://gardenpartyteas.com/blog/tea-poems-and-quotes/

That’s what I consider true generosity: You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.”  ― Simone de Beauvoir

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An onion shared with a friend tastes like roast lamb.

— Egyptian – See more at: http://josephsoninstitute.org/quotes/quotations.php?q=Generosity,%20forgiveness#sthash.aoKLdaCe.dpuf