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The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-distrust. He guides their eyes from himself read more
The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-distrust. He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him. He will have no disciple.
Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, read more
Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank
the tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard
from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Learning why one great book is just like every other great book is the key to understanding literature
Learning why one great book is just like every other great book is the key to understanding literature
People do not deserve to have good writings; they are so pleased with the bad.
People do not deserve to have good writings; they are so pleased with the bad.
Author: A fool, who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting the generations read more
Author: A fool, who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting the generations to come.
The chief glory of every people arises from its authors.
The chief glory of every people arises from its authors.
When a man can observe himself suffering and is able, later, to describe what he's gone through, it means he read more
When a man can observe himself suffering and is able, later, to describe what he's gone through, it means he was born for literature.
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.
Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to read more
Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to Hell; the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work, that is labor! - Aeneid, The.
