“He who does not know how to look back at where he came from will never get to his destination.”
José Rizal (1861–1896) Filipino writer, ophthalmologist, polyglot and nationalist
“He never funked and he never lied
I reckon he never knowed how.”
— John Hay
"Jim Bludso", Pike County Ballads http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pike_County_Ballads, (1871).
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