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A Mind Too Proud To Unbend Over The Small Ridiculosa Of Life Is As Painful As A Library With No Trash In It.

There Is Only One Rule For Being A Good Talker - Learn To Listen.

Truth And Beauty (perhaps Keats Was Wrong In Identifying Them: Perhaps They Have The Relation Of Wit And Humour, Or Rain And Rainbow) Are Of Interest Only To Hungry People. There Are Several Kinds Of Hunger. If Socrates, Spinoza, And Santayana Had Had Free Access To A Midnight Icebox We Would Never Have Heard Of Them. Shall I Be Ashamed Of My Little Mewing Truths?... I Ask To Be Forgiven: They Are Such Tiny Ones.

From Now Until The End Of Time No One Else Will Ever See Life With My Eyes, And I Mean To Make The Best Of My Chance.

Lots Of Times You Have To Pretend To Join A Parade In Which You're Not Really Interested In Order To Get Where You're Going.