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P. G. Wodehouse

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’Oh, yes, he thinks a lot of you. I remember his very words. 'Mr Wooster, miss' he said 'is, perhaps, mentally somewhat negligible but he has a heart of gold’

 
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Remember, people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold--but so does a hard-boiled egg.

 
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I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean
For a heart of gold.
I've been in my mind,
It's such a fine line
That keeps me searching
For a heart of gold.
And I'm getting old.

 
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