Aphorism #198: Know how to transplant Yourself
There
are nations with whom one must cross their borders to make one's value
felt, especially in great
posts. Their native land is always a
stepmother to great talents: envy flourishes there on its native soil,
and they remember one's small beginnings rather than the greatness one
has reached. A needle is
appreciated that comes from one end of the
world to the other, and a piece of painted glass might outvie
the diamond in value if it comes from afar. Everything foreign is respected,
partly because it comes from
afar, partly because It is ready made and
perfect. We have seen persons once the laughing-stock of their
village and now the wonder of the whole world, honoured by their
fellow-countrymen and by the
foreigners [among whom they dwell]; by the
latter because theycome from afar, by the former because
they are seen from afar. The statue on the altar is never reverenced by him who knew
it as a trunk in the
garden.
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