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The Socratic Manner Is Not A Game At Which Two Can Play.

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

Undergraduates Owe Their Happiness Chiefly To The Consciousness That They Are No Longer At School. The Nonsense Which Was Knocked Out Of Them At School Is All Put Gently Back At Oxford Or Cambridge.

Zuleika, On A Desert Island, Would Have Spent Most Of Her Time In Looking For A Man's Footprint.

Have You Noticed ... There Is Never Any Third Act In A Nightmare? They Bring You To A Climax Of Terror And Then Leave You There. They Are The Work Of Poor Dramatists.