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Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life. It Is Inherent In Man's Nature; And When We Think It Is Wholly Eradicated, It Takes Refuge In The Strangest Holes And Corners, Whence It Peeps Out All At Once, As Soon As It Can Do It With Safety.

Faust: Who Holds The Devil, Let Him Hold Him Well, He Hardly Will Be Caught A Second Time.

How Can One Learn To Know Oneself? Never By Introspection, Rather By Action.

Solitude Is Fine When You Are At Peace With Yourself And Have Something Definite To Do.

Mannerism Always Wants To Be Finished And Doesn't Enjoy The Process. Genuine, Truly Great Talent, However, Finds Its Greatest Satisfaction In The Production.