There is first the literature of knowledge, and secondly, the
literature of power. The function of the first is--to teach; the
function of the second is--to move, the first is a rudder, the
second an oar or a sail. The first speaks to the mere discursive
understanding; the second speaks ultimately, it may happen, to
the higher understanding or reason, but always through affections
of pleasure and sympathy.
- Thomas De Quincey ("The Opium Eater"),
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The authority of those who teach is often an obstacle to those who want to learn.
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The chief glory of every people arises from its authors.
The chief glory of every people arises from its authors.
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A great literature is chiefly the product of inquiring minds in revolt against the immovable certainties of the nation.
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