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History Develops, Art Stands Still.

Money Pads The Edges Of Things.

Failure Or Success Seems To Have Been Allotted To Men By Their Stars. But They Retain The Power Of Wriggling, Of Fighting With Their Star Or Against It, And In The Whole Universe The Only Really Interesting Movement Is The Wriggle.

One Of The Evils Of Money Is That It Tempts Us To Look At It Rather Than At The Things That It Buys.

One Marvels Why The Middle Classes Still Insist On So Much Discomfort For Their Children At Such Expense To Themselves.