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There Is Much To Be Said For Failure. It Is More Interesting Than Success.

There Is Much Virtue In A Window. It Is To A Human Being As A Frame Is To A Painting, As A Proscenium To A Play, As 'form' To Literature. It Strongly Defines Its Content.

The Loveliest Face In All The World Will Not Please You If You See It Suddenly Eye To Eye, At A Distance Of Half An Inch From Your Own.

To Give An Accurate And Exhaustive Account Of That Period Would Need A Far Less Brilliant Pen Than Mine.

The Dullard's Envy Of Brilliant Men Is Always Assuaged By The Suspicion That They Will Come To A Bad End.