Who is Norman Cousins

Norman Cousins (June 24, 1915 – November 30, 1990) was an American political journalist, author, professor, and world peace advocate.

Early life

Cousins was born to Jewish immigrant parents Samuel Cousins and Sarah Babushkin Cousins, in West Hoboken, New Jersey (which later became Union City). At age 11, he was misdiagnosed with tuberculosis and placed in a sanatorium. Despite this, he was an athletic youth, and he claimed that as a young boy he "set out to discover exuberance."

Cousins attended Theodore Roosevelt High School in the Bronx, New York City, graduating on February 3, 1933. He edited the high school paper, "The Square Deal," where his editing abilities were already in evidence. Cousins received a bachelor's degree from Teachers College, Colum...
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Inspiredus: "second only to freedom, learning is the most precious option on earth."- norman cousins
The_x_guy: i sincerely believe that one of the criteria nak cari jodoh adalah, kena tengok solat. something that i realise from my friends, cousins, and even my father, once they start taking care of their prayers seriously, they improved. they become more humble, gentle & less arrogant.
Fictionettemag: "give the readers a book with people they care about and they will queue up to shake the author's hand," ~ norman cousins
Friends_of_mars: to be able to rise from the earth... this enlarges the human horizon. - norman cousins, 1973
Norman_oro: most filipinos have austronesian ancestry. hence, the simplification. also, i have 23andme's dna relatives feature activated, which is cool. based on that, i have distant relatives (eg, 3rd through 6th cousins) all over the world.
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
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Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
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And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
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