The Quotation Station

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Nature is the glass reflecting God, as by the sea reflected is the sun, too glorious to be gazed on in his sphere.

Our land is more valuable than your money. As long as the sun shines and the waters flow, this land will be here to give life to men and animals; therefore, we cannot sell this land. It was put here for us by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not belong to us.

If your head is wax, don't walk in the sun.

Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

So. The time has come for me to get my kite flying, stretch out in the sun, kick off my shoes, and speak my piece. 'The days of struggle are over,' I should be able to say. 'I can look back now and tell myself I don't have a single regret.' But I do. Many years ago a very wise man named Bernard Baruch took me aside and put his arm around my shoulder. 'Harpo, my boy,' he said, 'I'm going to give you three pieces of advice, three things you should

God is like the sun at high noon, always giving all he has.

Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky, Before the sun came out. You cannot touch the clouds, you know but you feel the rain and know How glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either, But you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.

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