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War is evil, but it is often the lesser evil.

If you have to forecast, forecast often.

The opportunity is often lost by deliberating.

When something small loudly demands all our attention, its noise often drowns out the whisper of what's enormously important.

This was his first trip on the Ossifar Distana, his first real splash in life. Look what it got him. Mister Smiff liked anonymity. He kept a low profile, often traveling under assumed names, claiming to be anything from a banker to a (very) successful life insurance salesman. He__ never broken the law, at least not irreparably. He was quite generous, well liked, sponsoring many charities anonymously _ which is why it was so surprising to find him floating face down in the private spa in his apartment, murdered. He had been murdered, unless it was a freak shaving accident. Those old razors weren__ called cut-throats for nothing. Yikes.

Do a favor of yourself, watch what you like, do what you like, and be a person not what your wife/husband wants you to be, not the children which want you to be. Be the person which you want. (Remember this and repeat it often!)

Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let us have patience and we soon shall see them in proper figures.

He laughed and it sounded startled and a bit rusty, as if he didn't do that very often.

On the other hand, when you do something for someone else, there's often a greater, deeper satisfaction.

This was his first trip on the Ossifar Distana, his first real splash in life. Look what it got him. Mister Smiff liked anonymity. He kept a low profile, often traveling under assumed names, claiming to be anything from a banker to a (very) successful life insurance salesman. Heâ__d never broken the law, at least not irreparably. He was quite generous, well liked, sponsoring many charities anonymously â_ which is why it was so surprising to find him floating face down in the private spa in his apartment, murdered. He had been murdered, unless it was a freak shaving accident. Those old razors werenâ__t called cut-throats for nothing. Yikes.

For the gaming fishermen there was the Whatoosie River and its native cocka-snoek, the main game fish of the resident Skegg__ Valley Dynamite Fishing Club. Cocka-snoek were wily and tough and rather too bright for mere fish. You wouldn__ catch much with a rod around here. Many inexperienced visitors would find the bait stolen from their hooks, which punctuated the discovery that their lines had somehow got snagged and tangled irretrievably around some underwater obstruction _ sometimes tied together with neat little bows. Often, several direct hits with hand grenades were needed to stun the creatures long enough just to catch them, gut them and fry them, but these former military types had become experts at it. For a modest fee, tours could be arranged via the booking office, which included an overnight stay on the banks of the river where one could drop off to a great night__ sleep after a satisfying meal of cocka-snoek done on an open fire, and the sound the bits of shrapnel made rattling in your stomach.

Films in the start you can't really say who will be the killer, who won't be, most times what you say is wrong (Of course if you have watched the film before that and now saying that you haven't it's a great lie, but I don't lie I just have the gift to predict!), the middle is messy because comes stuff which you won't ever thought, sometimes the quite people are the killers. The people which are suspected or investigated aren't the true killers they are the victims or in more cases just a wrong choice!The end is something which says a lot of for one film, if the killer wins it's show a new place in the films, if there is happy end it's something which is often.

Conversation often becomes mere verbal performance and oral horseplay rather than fair-minded communication. (__uicy rumours _)

Ironically, we often fail to see that whenever we compromise ourselves to please others, we tend to lose their respect.

The fundamental tragedy about life is that those who possess it often are not aware of its value.

The police are often as corrupt as the corporate government that employs them.

Tragically though, it is that same life that is often least treasured or valued by men who possess it.