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Men Look On Knowledge Which They Learn--or Might Learn--from Others As They Do On The Most Beautiful Structures Which Are Not Their Own: In Outward Objects, They Would Rather Behold Their Own Hogsty Than Their Neighbor's Palace; And In Mental Ones, Would Prefer One Grain Of Knowledge Gained By Their Own Observation To All The Wisdom Of A Thousand Solomons.

-Sarah Fielding

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Men Look On Knowledge

Sarah Fielding

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Men Look On Knowledge Which They Learn--or Might Learn--from Others As They Do On The Most Beautiful Structures Which Are Not Their Own: In Outward Objects, They Would Rather Behold Their Own Hogsty Than Their Neighbor's Palace; And In Mental Ones, Would Prefer One Grain Of Knowledge Gained By Their Own Observation To All The Wisdom Of A Thousand Solomons.

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