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Speaking Of Georges Bizet: His Music Has The Tang Of Sunny Climates, Their Bracing Air, Their Clearness. It Voices A Sensibility Hitherto Unknown To Us.

Life, And You, And I, And All Of Us Together Became For A While Interesing To Ourselves Once More.

People Are Always Angry At Anyone Who Chooses Very Individual Standards For His Life; Because Of The Extraordinary Treatment Which That Man Grants To Himself, They Feel Degraded, Like Ordinary Beings.

How Much Truth Can A Spirit Bear, How Much Truth Can A Spirit Dare? ... That Became For Me More And More The Real Measure Of Value.

Crude Men Who Feel Themselves Insulted Tend To Assess The Degree Of Insult As High As Possible, And Talk About The Offense In Greatly Exaggerated Language, Only So They Can Revel To Their Heart's Content In The Aroused Feelings Of Hatred And Revenge.