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Until You Know Who Has Lent What To Whom, You Know Nothing Whatever Of Politics, You Know Nothing Whatever Of History, You Know Nothing Of International Wrangles.

The Concept Of Genius As Akin To Madness Has Been Carefully Cultivated By The Inferiority Complex Of The Public.

Colloquial Poetry Is To The Real Art As The Barber's Wax Dummy Is To Sculpture.

The Natural Object Is Always The Adequate Symbol.

A General Loathing Of A Gang Or Sect Usually Has Some Sound Basis In Instinct.