Quote#Wisdom
We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the…
Quote byOliver Wendell Holmes · 1809–1894
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Poet at the Breakfast Table (1872), Ch. 12.
English (original)
We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the record may seem superficial, but it is indelible.
— Oliver Wendell Holmes
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