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In literature as in love we are astounded by what is chosen by others.
In literature as in love we are astounded by what is chosen by others.
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!
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.
Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.
Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.
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.
There is no human reason why a child should not admire and emulate his teacher's ability to do sums, rather read more
There is no human reason why a child should not admire and emulate his teacher's ability to do sums, rather than the village bum's ability to whittle sticks and smoke cigarettes. The reason why the child does not is plain enough -- the bum has put himself on an equality with him and the teacher has not.
Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.
Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.
Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts. - Aeneid, read more
Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts. - Aeneid, The.