Let language be the divining rod that finds the sources of thought.
You don't even live once.
A philistine is habitually bored and looks for things that won't bore him. An artist finds things boring, but is never bored.
No ideas and the ability to express them - that's a journalist.
There is a shortage of clerks. Everyone is going into journalism.
Who is going to cast out an error to which he has given birth and replace it with an adopted truth?