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As In Rome There Is, Apart From The Romans, A Population Of Statues, So Apart From This Real World There Is A World Of Illusion, Almost More Potent, In Which Most Men Live.

Perfection Is The Measure Of Heaven, And The Wish To Be Perfect The Measure Of Man.

Were Not The Eye Made To Receive The Rays Of The Sun, It Could Not Behold The Sun; If The Peculiar Power Of God Lay Not In Us, How Could The Godlike Charm Us?

After Fifteen Minutes Nobody Looks At A Rainbow.

Napoleon For The Sake Of A Good Name Broke In Pieces Half The World.