Persons without education certainly do not want [lack] either acuteness or strength of mind in what concerns themselves, or in things immediately within their observation; but they have no power of abstraction--they see their objects always near, never in the horizon.
William HazlittAbout author
- Author's profession: Critic, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: April 10, 1778
- Died: September 18, 1830
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