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“The art of listening needs its highest development in listening to oneself; our most important task is to develop an ear that can really hear what we're saying.”

Quote by Sydney J. Harris

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Sydney J. Harris
Sydney J. Harris

Sydney J. Harris was an American journalist renowned for his wit and incisive commentary. Born on September 14, 1917, in Chicago, Illinois, he passed away on December 8, 1986. Harris was a prominent figure in journalism, particularly for his newspaper columns. more

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