All our talents increase in ...

All our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad, strengthen by exercise.
All our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad, strengthen by exercise.
 Anne Brontë

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I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.
I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.
Government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the Earth.
The ballot is stronger than the bullet.
In times of change, learners inherit the earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists.

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There is always a but in this imperfect world.
 Anne Bronte
Our children, Edward, Agnes, and little Mary, promise well; their education, for the time being, is chiefly committed to me; and they shall want no good thing that a mother's care can give. Our modest income is amply sufficient for our requirements; and by practising the economy we learnt in harder times, and never attempting to imitate our richer neighbours, we manage not only to enjoy comfort and contentment ourselves, but to have every year something to lay by for our children, and something to give to those who need it. And now I think I have said sufficient.
 Anne Bronte
If ever I am a mother I will zealously strive against this crime of over- indulgence. I can hardly give it a milder name when I think of the evils it brings.
 Anne Bronte
You will form a very inadequate estimate of a man's character, if you judge by what a fond sister says of him. The worst of them generally know how to hide their misdeeds from their sisters' eyes, and their mother's, too.
 Anne Bronte
If you would have a boy to despise his mother, let her keep him at home, and spend her life in petting him up, and slaving to indulge his follies and caprices.
 Anne Bronte