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Each Man In His Life Honors, And Imitates As Well As He Can, That God To Whose Choir He Belonged, While He Is Uncorrupted In His First Incarnation Here; And In The Fashion He Has Thus Learned, He Bears Himself To His Beloved As Well As To The Rest. So, Then, Each Chooses From Among The Beautiful A Love Conforming To His Kind, And Then, As If His Chosen Were His God, He Sets Him Up And Robes Him For Worship.

You Can Make An Audience See Nearly Anything, If You Yourself Believe In It.

Often Beauty Grows Dull Or Common When Speech Breaks The Mask.

To Hate Excellence Is To Hate The Gods.

How Can People Trust The Harvest, Unless They See It Sown?