Quote by Harold Bloom
What we call a poem is mostly what is not there on the page. The s

What we call a poem is mostly what is not there on the page. The strength of any poem is the poems that it has managed to exclude. – Harold Bloom

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We read deeply for varied reasons, most of them familiar: that we cannot know enough people profoundly enough that we need to know ourselves better that we require knowledge, not just of self and others, but of the way things are. – Harold Bloom

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People cannot stand the saddest truth I know about the very nature of reading and writing imaginative literature, which is that poetry does not teach us how to talk to other people: it teaches us how to talk to ourselves. What I – Harold Bloom

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The mark of a truly civilized man is confidence in the strength and security derived from the inquiring mind. – Felix Frankfurter

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In all human affairs there are efforts, and there are results, and the strength of the effort is the measure of the result. – James Allen

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Tears shed for self are tears of weakness, but tears shed for others are a sign of strength. – Billy Graham

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So Europe needs to be competitive and we also need to be competitive if we wish to remain an interesting economic partner for the United States. This has to be done on the basis of strength, of competitiveness. – Angela Merkel

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Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. – Pierce Harris, Atlanta Journal

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