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Strange are the ways of history, where no single thing abides, but all things flow into each other, fragment to fragment clinging ...
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If the Age of Sport has been all champagne and roses hitherto, then expect our love affair with its newly-acquired prominence to become increasingly tainted by scandals about cheating. Sport is losing its shine and allure.
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The thing about tennis is if you stay off for two weeks, or just for three days, you can lose your rhythm quickly. So it's just a question of constant diligence and vigilance.
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But anybody who steps into the lane beside you is the biggest competition because they made it to the finals.
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The cross symbolizes a cosmic as well as historic truth. Love conquers the world, but its victory is not an easy one.
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Sooner or later a false belief bumps up against solid reality, usually on a battlefield.
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Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.
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To hope for nothing, to expect nothing, to demand nothing. This is analytical despair.
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The first impression of a work of art is its otherness from reality.
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Beautiful faces are those that wear whole-souled honesty printed there.
