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“Be Ashamed To Die Until You Have Won Some Victory For Humanity.”


My dear,
Ashamed Die Until Won Victory Humanity Horace Mann

Until then, you should be ashamed. Ashamed of your celebrity, of your wealth, of your pride, of your love and desire for a better world, and of your happiness. Have the audacity to think you can change the world… because unless you do, you have no right to die proud.

Falsely yours,
Horace Mann

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“Men Look At Women As Sex Objects. Women Look At Men As Success Objects.”


My dear,
Someone asked me the other day if men get equally objectified as women do. I practically laughed for ten minutes straight. Of course they do!
Men look at women as sex objects. Women look at men as success objects.

This is the way evolution has made us. Men judge women and look for the best ones to bear their children, and women judge men and look for the best ones to support them while they bear their children. This stuff is in our makeup. It’s hardwired. But a few of us beat our wiring from time to time.

Falsely yours,
Warren Thomas Farrell

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“Comparison Is The Thief Of Joy.”


My dear,

Why do you care if they’re more attractive than you? Why do you ask if their work is more liked than yours? If their style is more understood? If they’re richer? Why do you obsess?

Why do you compare?

You are legendary in your own right, there’s no need for that. Live in the joy, bring it closer, let the plunder of comparison go by you.

Falsely yours,
Theodore “Teddy” Roosevelt

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“Don’t Grow Up. It’s A Trap!”


My dear,

It’s a trap! It’s a trap!

Keep the curious eyes. Keep the soft hands, the easy laughter, and the open pain. Don’t fall to this trap and lose it all.

Falsely yours,
A. Nonymous

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“Don’t Claim Hip-Hop If You Only Hop To What’s Hip.”


My dear,


Hip-hop is not a fad, or a trend. In fact, it’s not even a religion, or a lifestyle. Hip-hop is a life. It’s a way of walking, of talking.. of breathing. If hip-hop dies and you’re still around, don’t claim it, only those who go with it deserve it.

As I said, Hip-Hop is a life.

Falsely yours,
A. Nonymous

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“If You Can’t Handle Me At My Worst, Then You Sure As Hell Don’t Deserve Me At My Best.”


My dear,
I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle.

Of course I’ll remind you of this every day.

It’s not like I hate you or anything, but how am I supposed to know you deserve the best in people, and in life, if you can’t handle the worst in any situation while patiently waiting for the best, for what you deserve, through it all?

Falsely yours,
Norma Jeane Mortenson

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“A Day Without Sunshine Is Like, You Know, Night.”


My dear,

A life without the perfect answers, without the perfect car, the perfect house, the perfect job is still, you know, a life.

Don’t let this society brainwash you think that’s it’s anything less than just that. Don’t let this society focused on extraordinary take away the grandness of ordinary days like today.

Don’t be brainwashed into thinking that a day without sunshine is like, you know, automatically grey.

Falsely yours,
Stephen Glenn “Steve” Martin

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“If You Don’t Stand For Something, You Will Fall For Anything.”


My dear,

You will collapse.

Your knees will bend and touch ground and never rise again. Your body will be too weak and tired and confused to even know that you have to get up; that you have a clock counting down the seconds and that if you don’t get up quickly this round will be your last, a knockout.

You will be fallen by anything.

Falsely yours,
Malcolm X

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“To Live Is The Rarest Thing In The World. Most People Exist, That Is All.”


My dear,

Most people do not live the day, they survive it.

The passing seconds become low voiced chants for mercy on their lips as they hungrily count them down. The hours become bell tolls for how long they just have to last today. The past days become red checkmarks on a monthly changing calendar. And the years become, well, lost in it all.

Falsely yours,
Oscar Wilde

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“If You Ever Reach Enlightenment, Will You Remember How To Laugh?”


My dear,

If you ever get rich, like mega-rich, will you remember me (see, I’m here with the little people)? If you ever fly, will you remember how to walk (how to crawl smaller than yourself)?

Falsely yours,
Andrea Gibson

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