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Patience Is The Most Necessary Quality For Business, Many A Man Would Rather You Heard His Story Than Grant His Request. It Is By Attempting To Reach The Top In A Single Leap That So Much Misery Is Produced In The World.

-William Cobbett

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Patience Is The Most

William Cobbett

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Patience Is The Most Necessary Quality For Business, Many A Man Would Rather You Heard His Story Than Grant His Request. It Is By Attempting To Reach The Top In A Single Leap That So Much Misery Is Produced In The World.

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Sit Down To Write What You Have Thought, And Not To Think What You Shall Write.

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