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"Even the choicest literature should be taken as the condiment, and not as the sustenance of life. It should be neither the warp nor the woof of existence, but only the flowery edging upon its borders."
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Source: Horace Mann (1872). “Thoughts Selected from the Writings of Horace Mann ...”, p.105
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