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The Quotation Fallacy “💬”

The Quotation Fallacy “💬”

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SoundEagle in the Court of Quotation
SoundEagle in the Court of Quotation

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Dear Readers and Followers as well as Lovers and Collectors of Fine Quotes,

Presented here in style is a collection of potentially inspirational and thought-provoking quotes, chosen for you by SoundEagle.

Many of these quotes have reached us in the present from the distant past. For example, the first quote is a Chinese poem that has existed for more than one thousand years, and is available in several variations.

疾 風 知 勁 草
昏 日 辨 誠 臣
勇 夫 安 識 義
智 者 必 懷 仁

The first line of the poem, “疾風知勁草”, literally meaning “Strong wind knows tough grass”, has already existed as an idiom as early as 23 AD. It can be translated more freely into English as “The storm puts strong grass to the test”, meaning that one’s true colours are revealed…

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