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Winston Churchill

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You make a living by what you get; you make a life by what you give.
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Variant: We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.
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Extensive research of writings by and about Churchill at the Churchill Centre fails to indicate that Churchill ever spoke or wrote those words.
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Some sites list Norman MacEwen as the originator of the quote.

 
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