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In The Mind And Nature Of A Man A Secret Is An Ugly Thing, Like A Hidden Physical Defect.

The Consolations Of The Vulgar Are Bitter In The Royal Ear. Let Physicians And Confectioners And Servants In The Great Houses Be Judged By What They Have Done, And Even By What They Have Meant To Do; The Great People Themselves Are Judged By What They Are. I Have Been Told That Lions, Trapped And Shut Up In Cages, Grieve From Shame More Than From Hunger.

A Giraffe Is So Much A Lady That One Refrains From Thinking Of Her Legs, But Remembers Her As Floating Over The Plains In Long Garb, Draperies Of Morning Mist Her Mirage.

The Best Of My Nature Reveals Itself In Play, And Play Is Sacred.

It Is When People Are Told Their Own Thoughts That They Think They Are Being Insulted.