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From Even The Greatest Of Horrors Irony Is Seldom Absent.

More Wonderful Than The Lore Of Old Men And The Lore Of Books Is The Secret Lore Of The Ocean. Blue, Green, Grey, White, Or Black; Smooth, Ruffled, Or Mountainous; That Ocean Is Not Silent. All My Days I Have Watched It And Listened To It, And I Know It Well. At First It Told To Me Only The Plain Little Tales Of Calm Beaches And Near Ports, But With The Years It Grew More Friendly And Spoke Of Other Things; Of Things More Strange And More Distant In Space And Time.

In Search Of Truth The Hopeful Zealot Goes,but All The Sadder Tums, The More He Knows!

All Life Is Only A Set Of Pictures In The Brain, Among Which There Is No Difference Betwixt Those Born Of Real Things And Those Born Of Inward Dreamings, And No Cause To Value The One Above The Other.

Naturally One Would Rather Be A Broad Artist With Power To Evoke Beauty From Every Phase Of Experience--but When One Unmistakably Isn't Such An Artist, There's No Sense In Bluffing And Faking And Pretending That One Is.