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Talent Is A Long Patience, And Originality An Effort Of Will And Intense Observation.

For Him The Universe Did Not Extend Beyond The Circumference Of Her Petticoat.

He Loved The Extensive Vaults Where You Could Hear The Night Birds And The Sea Breeze; He Loved The Craggy Ruins Bound Together By Ivy, Those Dark Halls, And Any Appearance Of Death And Destruction. Having Fallen So Far From So High A Position, He Loved Anything That Had Also Fallen From A Great Height

Our Ignorance Of History Causes Us To Slander Our Own Times.

The Great Natures Which Are Good, Are Above Everything Generous And Don't Begrudge The Giving Of Themselves.