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The poets did well to conjoin music and medicine, because the office of medicine is but to tune the curious read more
The poets did well to conjoin music and medicine, because the office of medicine is but to tune the curious harp of man's body.
How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it.
How is it that little children are so intelligent and men so stupid? It must be education that does it.
You are educated when you have the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or self-confidence.
You are educated when you have the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or self-confidence.
Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.
Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.
The great Creator to revereMust sure become the creature;But still the preaching cant forbear,And ev'n the rigid feature:Yet ne'er with read more
The great Creator to revereMust sure become the creature;But still the preaching cant forbear,And ev'n the rigid feature:Yet ne'er with wits profane to rangeBe complaisance extended;An atheist laugh's a poor exchangeFor deity offended. - Epistle to a Young Friend, An.
English literature is a kind of training in social ethics. English trains you to handle a body of information in read more
English literature is a kind of training in social ethics. English trains you to handle a body of information in a way that is conducive to action.
Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devour;Brightness falls from the air;Queens have died young and fair;Dust hath closed Helen's read more
Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devour;Brightness falls from the air;Queens have died young and fair;Dust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must die;Lord have mercy on us. - Song in Time of Pestilence.
To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish read more
To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.
Our poetry in the eighteenth century was prose; our prose in the
seventeenth, poetry.
Our poetry in the eighteenth century was prose; our prose in the
seventeenth, poetry.