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The Fruits Of Philosophy Are The Important Thing, Not The Philosophy Itself. When We Ask The Time, We Don't Want To Know How Watches Are Made.

It Thunders, Howls, Roars, Hisses, Whistles, Blusters, Hums, Growls, Rumbles, Squeaks, Groans, Sings, Crackles, Cracks, Rattles, Flickers, Clicks, Snarls, Tumbles, Whimpers, Whines, Rustles, Murmurs, Crashes, Clucks, To Gurgle, Tinkles, Blows, Snores, Claps, To Lisp, To Cough, It Boils, To Scream, To Weep, To Sob, To Croak, To Stutter, To Lisp, To Coo, To Breathe, To Clash, To Bleat, To Neigh, To Grumble, To Scrape, To Bubble. These Words, And Others Like Them, Which Express Sounds Are More Than Mere Symbols: They Are A Kind Of Hieroglyphics For The Ear.

I Am Convinced We Do Not Only Love Ourselves In Others But Hate Ourselves In Others Too.

As The Few Adepts In Such Things Well Know, Universal Morality Is To Be Found In Little Everyday Penny-events Just As Much As In Great Ones. There Is So Much Goodness And Ingenuity In A Raindrop That An Apothecary Wouldn't Let It Go For Less Than Half-a-crown.

As I Take Up My Pen I Feel Myself So Full, So Equal To My Subject, And See My Book So Clearly Before Me In Embryo, I Would Almost Like To Try To Say It All In A Single Word.