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Wednesday, June 09, 2004

Louis L'Amour Quotes.

Up to a point a man's life is shaped by environment, heredity, and movements and changes in the world about him. Then there comes a time when it lies within his grasp to shape the clay of his life into the sort of thing he wishes to be. Only the weak blame parents, their race, their times, lack of good fortune, or the quirks of fate.
Everyone has it within his power to say,
"This I am today; that I will be tomorrow."
~ Louis L'Amour

He might never really do what he said, but at least he had it in mind.
He had somewhere to go.

Knowledge is like money: to be of value it must circulate, and in circulating it can increase in quantity and, hopefully, in value.

No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.

No one can get an education, for of necessity education is a continuing process.

To disbelieve is easy; to scoff is simple; to have faith is harder.

Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen.
~ Louis L'Amour