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Of course there's a lot of knowledge in universities: the freshmen bring a little in; the seniors don't take much read more
Of course there's a lot of knowledge in universities: the freshmen bring a little in; the seniors don't take much away, so knowledge sort of accumulates...
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.
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.
Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten.
Education is what survives when what has been learned has been forgotten.
At last is Hector stretch'd upon the plain,Who fear'd no vengeance for Patroclus slain:Then, Prince! You should have fear'd, what read more
At last is Hector stretch'd upon the plain,Who fear'd no vengeance for Patroclus slain:Then, Prince! You should have fear'd, what now you feel;Achilles absent was Achilles still:Yet a short space the great avenger stayed,Then low in dust thy strength and glory laid. - Iliad, The.
A schoolmaster should have an atmosphere of awe, and walk wonderingly, as if he was amazed at being himself.
A schoolmaster should have an atmosphere of awe, and walk wonderingly, as if he was amazed at being himself.
Literature for me isn't a workaday job, but something which involves desires, dreams and fantasy.
Literature for me isn't a workaday job, but something which involves desires, dreams and fantasy.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies.Thought would destroy their read more
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?Since sorrow never comes too late,And happiness too swiftly flies.Thought would destroy their paradise.No more; where ignorance is bliss,'Tis folly to be wise. - Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
