The Highways of Literature, Or, What to Read and how to ReadWilliam P. Nimmo, 1912 - 244 psl. |
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... wish to succeed in life - if you covet the title of rational creatures - if you have the sense to appreciate a good advice and the resolution to carry it out - then you will read according to a well - defined and rigid method . But ...
... wish to succeed in life - if you covet the title of rational creatures - if you have the sense to appreciate a good advice and the resolution to carry it out - then you will read according to a well - defined and rigid method . But ...
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... wish to know them in the abstract , but in the concrete ; not so much what they are , but what they are doing . And if he cannot see them undergoing adventures in reality , he wishes to see them in imagination . He wishes , in other ...
... wish to know them in the abstract , but in the concrete ; not so much what they are , but what they are doing . And if he cannot see them undergoing adventures in reality , he wishes to see them in imagination . He wishes , in other ...
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... wish no longer to feed upon thistles . 3. There is still another remedy . Young people should never be allowed to idle away their time . Idleness is the soil from which almost every wickedness grows . When we are idle , both our bodies ...
... wish no longer to feed upon thistles . 3. There is still another remedy . Young people should never be allowed to idle away their time . Idleness is the soil from which almost every wickedness grows . When we are idle , both our bodies ...
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... wish such diet , let them feed upon each other . Let them be shut up like the Kilkenny cats to devour each other , leaving nothing but their tails . The world would be well rid of them . " War's a game which , were their subjects wise ...
... wish such diet , let them feed upon each other . Let them be shut up like the Kilkenny cats to devour each other , leaving nothing but their tails . The world would be well rid of them . " War's a game which , were their subjects wise ...
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... wishes to share in the experience of others , and to add that ex- perience to his own . Now , he has a marvellous faculty which enables his soul ( as it were ) to go out of his body , to travel abroad , to enter into other people's ...
... wishes to share in the experience of others , and to add that ex- perience to his own . Now , he has a marvellous faculty which enables his soul ( as it were ) to go out of his body , to travel abroad , to enter into other people's ...
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