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Shakespeare Is A Great Psychologist, And Whatever Can Be Known Of The Heart Of Man May Be Found In His Plays.

A Life Without Love, Without The Presence Of The Beloved, Is Nothing But A Mere Magic-lantern Show. We Draw Out Slide After Slide, Swiftly Tiring Of Each, And Pushing It Back To Make Haste For The Next.

The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak Not To Grow Dizzy On Unwonted Brights.

It Is Only Necessary To Grow Old To Become More Charitable And Even Indulgent. I See No Fault Committed By Others That I Have Not Committed Myself.

The Works Of Lavoisier And His Associates Operated Upon Many Of Us At That Time Like The Sun's Rising After A Night Of Moonshine: But Chemistry Is Now Betrothed To The Mathematics, And Is In Consequence Grown Somewhat Shy Of Her Former Admirers.