Quote by Samuel Johnson
The mind is refrigerated by interruption; the thoughts are diverte

The mind is refrigerated by interruption; the thoughts are diverted from the principal subject; the reader is weary, he suspects not why; and at last throws away the book, which he has too diligently studied. – Samuel Johnson

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Money and time are the heaviest burdens of life, and… the unhappiest of all mortals are those who have more of either than they know how to use. – Samuel Johnson

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Small debts are like small shot they are rattling on every side, and can scarcely be escaped without a wound: great debts are like cannon of loud noise, but little danger. – Samuel Johnson

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There are only two kinds of scholars; those who love ideas and those who hate them. – Emile-Auguste Chartier

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Generally young men are regarded as radicals. This is a popular misconception. The most conservative persons I ever met are college undergraduates. The radicals are the men past middle life. – Woodrow Wilson

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Study to be quiet, and to do your own business. 1 Thessalonians 4:11 – Bible

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The greatest significance of the present student generation is that it is through them that the point of view of the subjugated is finally and inexorably being expressed. – James Baldwin

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Art: If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of prophecy. – Muhammad Iqbal

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And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud. – Walt Whitman

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If there is dissatisfaction with the status quo, good. If there is ferment, so much the better. If there is restlessness, I am pleased. Then let there be ideas, and hard thought, and hard work. If man feels small, let man make himself bigger. – Hubert H. Humphrey

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But to the slave mother New Years day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns. – Harriet Ann Jacobs

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