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England Still Waits For The Supreme Moment Of Her Literature--for The Great Poet Who Shall Voice Her, Or, Better Still, For The Thousand Little Poets Whose Voices Shall Pass Into Our Common Talk.

[...] It Is Right To Be Kind And Even Sacrifice Ourselves To People Who Need Kindness And Lie In Our Way - Otherwise, Besides Failing To Help Them, We Run Into The Aridity Of Self-development. To Seek For Recipients Of One's Goodness, To Play The Potted Jesus Leads To The Contray The Christian Danger.

Nonsense And Beauty Have Close Connections.

Don't Believe Those Lies About Intellectual People. They're Only Written To Soothe The Majority.

Neanderthal Man Listened To Stories, If One May Judge By The Shape Of His Skull.