"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Monday, December 20, 2004
Emerson On This Blog
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), Journal (May 1849):
I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.
Plato, Apology of Socrates 21 d (tr. Benjamin Jowett):
I am better off than he is -- for he knows nothing, and thinks that he knows. I neither know nor think that I know.