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Dancing Is Poetry With Arms And Legs.

The More Delicate And Ambitious The Soul, The Further Do Dreams Estrange It From Possible Things.

Even If It Were Proven That God Didn't Exist, Religion Would Still Be Saintly And Divine.

In Literature As In Ethics, There Is Danger, As Well As Glory, In Being Subtle. Aristocracy Isolates Us.

The Form Of A Town Changes More Swiftly Alas! Than The Heart Of A Mortal.