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Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.
Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.
The writer in western civilization has become not a voice of his tribe, but of his individuality. This is a read more
The writer in western civilization has become not a voice of his tribe, but of his individuality. This is a very narrow-minded situation.
Literature is an avenue to glory, ever open for those ingenious
men who are deprived of honours or of read more
Literature is an avenue to glory, ever open for those ingenious
men who are deprived of honours or of wealth.
The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen read more
The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.
A great literature is chiefly the product of inquiring minds in revolt against the immovable certainties of the nation.
A great literature is chiefly the product of inquiring minds in revolt against the immovable certainties of the nation.
Literature is news that stays news.
Literature is news that stays news.
For the high achievers, studying gave them the pleasing, absorbing challenge o flow 40 percent of the hours they spent read more
For the high achievers, studying gave them the pleasing, absorbing challenge o flow 40 percent of the hours they spent at it. But for low achievers, studying produced flow only 16 percent of the time; more often that not, it yielded anxiety, with the demands outreaching their abilities.
Our poetry in the eighteenth century was prose; our prose in the
seventeenth, poetry.
Our poetry in the eighteenth century was prose; our prose in the
seventeenth, poetry.
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!
