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It Gives A Fellow An Awful Shiver To Hear The First Shovelful Of Dirt And Gravel Rattle Down Upon The Coffin; But After It Is Covered, It Falls Gently And Makes No Sound. The Feeling Of Rest Is Perfect. There's No More Nagging, No More Pain!

Most Of Us Live For The Critic, And He Lives On Us. He Doesn't Sacrifice Himself. He Gets So Much A Line For Writing A Criticism. If The Birds Should Read The Newspapers, They Would All Take To Changing Their Notes. The Parrots Would Exchange With The Nightingales, And What A Farce It Would Be!

When An Artist Leaves His Work To Amuse People, He Loses His Time And Their Respect. If People Are To Be Amused By Artists, It Must Be By Employing Them In Their Legitimate Occupation.

Elaboration Is Not Beauty, And Sand-paper Never Finished A Piece Of Bad Work.

Beauty Is That Little Something That Fills The Whole World, And Is Contained Neither In A Single Straight Nose, A Long Eyelash, Nor A Blue Mountain. Some See It In A Leg Of Mutton, Others In A Compound Fracture; And To Expect Others To Accept One's Own Definition Of It Is As Absurd As To Expect All Humanity To Use The Same Toilet-brush.