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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.

Thomas Hood

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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
Poet
Writer
London
England
T. H.
Failure
Half
Fear
Leaping
Inspirational
Failures
Come
Pulling
Life
Horse
Meditation
Succeed

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