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Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow...
by Lawrence Clark Powell Found in Self improvement Quotes, Self-improvement Quotes, Speech Quotes, Writing Quotes,
Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow...
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I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.
I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works.
Writing is one of the few professions in which you can psychoanalyse yourself, get rid of hostilities and frustrations in read more
Writing is one of the few professions in which you can psychoanalyse yourself, get rid of hostilities and frustrations in public, and get paid for it
The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis.
The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis.
Writing eases my suffering... writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence.
Writing eases my suffering... writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence.
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area.
Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you've made sense of one small area.
The gem cannot be polished without friction, not a man perfected without trials.
The gem cannot be polished without friction, not a man perfected without trials.
Today's public figures can no longer write their own speeches or books, and there is some evidence that they can't read more
Today's public figures can no longer write their own speeches or books, and there is some evidence that they can't read them either.
"Oh! what a vile and abject thing is man unless he can erect
himself above humanity." Here is a read more
"Oh! what a vile and abject thing is man unless he can erect
himself above humanity." Here is a bon mot and a useful desire,
but equally absurd. For to make the handful bigger than the
hand, the armful bigger then the arm, and to hope to stride
further than the stretch of our legs, is impossible and
monstrous. . . . He may lift himself if God lend him His hand of
special grace; he may lift himself . . . by means wholly
celestial. It is for our Christian religion, and not for his
Stoic virtue, to pretend to this divine and miraculous
metamorphosis.