“Struggling to be brief I become obscure.”
Brevis esse laboro,
obscurus fio.
Source: Ars Poetica, or The Epistle to the Pisones (c. 18 BC), Line 25
“Never be so brief as to become obscure.”
Source: A Dictionary of Thoughts, 1891, p. 52.
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