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    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.

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Literature becomes the living memory of a nation.

Literature becomes the living memory of a nation.

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A wisely chosen illustration is almost essential to fasten the truth upon the ordinary mind, and no teacher can afford read more

A wisely chosen illustration is almost essential to fasten the truth upon the ordinary mind, and no teacher can afford to neglect this part of his preparation.

by Howard Crosby Found in: Literature Quotes,
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Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of a man -- the biography of the man himself cannot be written.

Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of a man -- the biography of the man himself cannot be written.

by Mark Twain Found in: Literature Quotes,
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The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson)

The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson)

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After all, all he did was string together a lot of old, well-known quotations.

After all, all he did was string together a lot of old, well-known quotations.

by Montesquieu Found in: Literature Quotes,
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Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough of literature.

Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough of literature.

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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.

by Tryon Edwards Found in: Literature Quotes,
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Books are humanity in print.

Books are humanity in print.

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Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.

by Maxwell Bodenheim Found in: Literature Quotes,
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