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The Perfection Of Conversational Intercourse Is When The Breeding Of High Life Is Animated By The Fervor Of Genius.

We Lose In Depth Of Expression When We Go To Inferior Animals For Comparisons With Human Beauty. Homer Calls Juno Ox-eyed; And The Epithet Suits Well With The Eyes Of That Goddess, Because She May Be Supposed, With All Her Beauty, To Want A Certain Humanity. Her Large Eyes Look At You With A Royal Indifference.

The Very Greatest Genius, After All, Is Not The Greatest Thing In The World, Any More Than The Greatest City In The World Is The Country Or The Sky. It Is The Concentration Of Some Of Its Greatest Powers, But It Is Not The Greatest Diffusion Of Its Might. It Is Not The Habit Of Its Success, The Stability Of Its Sereneness.

There Are Two Worlds: The World That We Can Measure With Line And Rule, And The World We Feel With Our Hearts And Imaginations.

Happy Opinions Are The Wine Of The Heart.