"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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Thursday, March 27, 2014
Foreign Languages
The Maxims and Reflections of Goethe, tr. Bailey Saunders (New York: The Macmillan Company, 1906), p. 154:
A man who has no acquaintance with foreign languages knows nothing of his own.
In German:
Wer fremde Sprachen nicht kennt, weiß nichts von seiner eigenen.