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Man Has Made Use Of His Intelligence; He Invented Stupidity.

The Pleasure Of Being A Scoundrel Can Be Adequately Savored In Silence.

A Definition Is A Sack Of Flour Compressed Into A Thimble

The Ever-present Phenomenon Ceases To Exist For Our Senses. It Was A City Dweller, Or A Prisoner, Or A Blind Man Suddenly Given His Sight, Who First Noted Natural Beauty.

To Write Well, To Have Style ... Is To Paint. The Master Faculty Of Style Is Therefore The Visual Memory. If A Writer Does Not See What He Describes-countrysides And Figures, Movements And Gestures-how Could He Have A Style, That Is Originality?