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The walls are the publishers of the poor.
The walls are the publishers of the poor.
The republic of letters.
[Fr., La republique des lettres.]
The republic of letters.
[Fr., La republique des lettres.]
Time the great destroyer of other men's happiness, only enlarges
the patrimony of literature to its possessor.
Time the great destroyer of other men's happiness, only enlarges
the patrimony of literature to its possessor.
Vigny, more secretAs if in his tower of ivory, retired before noon."N.B.: Vigny refers to Comte de Vigny, who locked read more
Vigny, more secretAs if in his tower of ivory, retired before noon."N.B.: Vigny refers to Comte de Vigny, who locked himself in an ivory tower to work without the influences of man and desire. - Pensees d'Aout.
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.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
I would live to study, and not study to live.
I would live to study, and not study to live.
Your best teacher is your last mistake.
Your best teacher is your last mistake.
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, read more
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.