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| Liberty is often a heavy burden on a man. It involves that necessity for perpetual choice which is the kind of labor men have always dreaded. | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | Elsie Venner |  |
| Beliefs must be lived in for a good while, before they accommodate themselves to the soul's wants, and wear loose enough to be comfortable. | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | Elsie Venner |  |
| Leverage is everything,--was what I used to say;--don't begin to pry till you have got the long arm on your side. | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | Elsie Venner |  |
| Why can't somebody give us a list of things that everybody thinks and nobody says, and another list of things that everybody says and nobody thinks? | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | The Professor at the Breakfast Table |  |
| You don't know, perhaps, but I will tell you; the brain is the palest of all the internal organs, and the heart the reddest. Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace. | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | The Professor at the Breakfast Table |  |
| Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may kick it about all day, like a football, and it will be round and full at evening. | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | The Professor at the Breakfast Table |  |
| What a blessed thing it is, that Nature, when she invented, manufactured, and patented her authors, contrived to make critics out of the chips that were left! | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | The Professor at the Breakfast Table |  |
| The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a deal longer. | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | The Professor at the Breakfast Table |  |
| A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience. | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | The Professor at the Breakfast Table |  |
| Most persons have died before they expire,--died to all earthly longings, so that the last breath is only, as it were, the locking of the door of the already deserted mansion. | Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. | The Professor at the Breakfast Table |  |