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The More A Book Is Like An Opium Pipe, The More The Chinaman Reader Is Satisfied With It And Tends To Discuss The Quality Of The Drug Rather Than Its Lethargic Effects.

Now That I Think About It, It Seems To Me That’s What Idiocy Is: The Ability To Be Enthusiastic All The Time About Anything You Like, So That A Drawing On The Wall Does Not Have To Be Diminished By The Memory Of The Frescoes Of Giotto In Padua.

I Think It Is Vanity To Want To Put Into A Story Anything But The Story Itself.

Memory Is A Mirror That Scandalously Lies.

Nothing Is More Comical Than Seriousness Understood As A Virtue That Has To Precede All Important Literature