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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
I know what I should love to do--to build a study; to write, and to think of nothing else. I read more
I know what I should love to do--to build a study; to write, and to think of nothing else. I want to bury myself in a den of books. I want to saturate myself with the elements of which they are made, and breathe their atmosphere until I am of it. Not a bookworm, being which is to give off no utterances; but a man in the world of writing--one with a pen that shall stop men to listen to it, whether they wish to or not.
It always seems impossible until its done.
It always seems impossible until its done.
There are more men ennobled by study than by nature.
There are more men ennobled by study than by nature.
No student knows his subject: the most he knows is where and how to find out the things he does read more
No student knows his subject: the most he knows is where and how to find out the things he does not know.
If I were again beginning my studies, I would follow the advice of Plato and start with mathematics.
If I were again beginning my studies, I would follow the advice of Plato and start with mathematics.
These (literary) studies are the food of youth, and consolation
of age; they adorn prosperity, and are the comfort read more
These (literary) studies are the food of youth, and consolation
of age; they adorn prosperity, and are the comfort and refuge of
adversity; they are pleasant at home, and are no incumbrance
abroad; they accompany us at night, in our travels, and in our
rural retreats.
[Lat., Haec studia adolecentiam alunt, senectutem oblectant,
secundas res ornant, adversis solatium et perfugium praebent,
delectant domi, non impediunt foris, pernoctant nobiscum,
peregrinantur, rusticantur.
When night hath set her silver lamp high,
Then is the time for study.
When night hath set her silver lamp high,
Then is the time for study.
O Granta! sweet Granta! where studious of ease,
I slumbered seven years, and then lost by degrees.
O Granta! sweet Granta! where studious of ease,
I slumbered seven years, and then lost by degrees.
