Rare Earth
ured, totally lacking in nerves and seems to think he has all eternity to finish what he is doing. He stands pain wonderfully, toils endlessly, accomplishes little but always a placid look remains upon his face like a dozing Buddha. In his philosophy he leads the world. Some of his proverbs have never been equalled. 'Tens of years,' he has written, 'are required to raise a harvest of trees, but hundreds of years are required to raise a crop
of men.'"
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