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“I am amazed when sometimes an unperceptive foreigner tells me that Americans are proud. Bombastic sometimes, yes, and boastful, but this is because we are not proud, but secretly self-distrustful and doubtful of what we do and say and think. A man who knows his own worth does not boast, is not self-seeking, will not domineer or force his own opinion upon others, respects his fellow man because he respects first himself. When we Americans fail in these virtues it is because somewhere we have lost our faith in ourselves.”

Quote by Pearl S. Buck

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My Several Worlds

This book explores the author's diverse life experiences and insights, offering a rich tapestry of personal anecdotes and philosophical musings. more

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Pearl S. Buck
Pearl S. Buck

Pearl S. Buck was a prominent American writer born on June 26, 1892, and died on March 6, 1973. She is celebrated for her works that delve into Chinese culture and life, earning her the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1932 for her novel 'The Good Earth'. more

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