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I Think The Effective Use Of Quotation Is An Important Point In The Art Of Writing. Given Sparingly, Quotations Serve Admirably As A Climax Or As A Corroboration, But When They Are Long And Frequent, They Seriously Weaken The Effect Of A Book. We Lose Sight Of The Writer - He Scatters Our Sympathy Among Others Than Himself - And The Ideas Which He Himself Advances Are Not Knit Together With Our Impression Of His Personality.

-George Eliot

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George Eliot

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I Think The Effective Use Of Quotation Is An Important Point In The Art Of Writing. Given Sparingly, Quotations Serve Admirably As A Climax Or As A Corroboration, But When They Are Long And Frequent, They Seriously Weaken The Effect Of A Book. We Lose Sight Of The Writer - He Scatters Our Sympathy Among Others Than Himself - And The Ideas Which He Himself Advances Are Not Knit Together With Our Impression Of His Personality.

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Speech Is But Broken Light Upon The Depth Of The Unspoken.

The Dew-bead Gem Of Earth And Sky Begotten.

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Great Feelings Will Often Take The Aspect Of Error, And Great Faith The Aspect Of Illusion.

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Breed Is Stronger Than Pasture.

Things Are Achieved When They Are Well Begun.

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I Am Not Magnanimous Enough To Like People Who Speak To Me Without Seeming To See Me

To Judge Wisely, We Must Know How Things Appear To The Unwise.

Our Deeds Determine Us, As Much As We Determine Our Deeds.

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