He never labored so hard to learn a language as he did to hold his tongue, and it affected him for life. The habit of reticence? of talking without meaning? is never effaced.
Henry B. AdamsAbout author
- Author's profession: Historian
- Nationality: american
- Born: February 16, 1838
- Died: March 27, 1918
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