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[thomas Henry] Huxley Is A Very Genial, Comfortable Being-yet With None Of The Noisy And Windy Geniality Of Some Folks Here, Whom You Find With Their Backs Turned When You Are Responding To The Remarks That They Have Made You.

Life Being All Inclusion And Confusion, And Art Being All Discrimination And Selection, The Latter, In Search Of The Hard Latent Value With Which It Alone Is Concerned, Sniffs Round The Mass As Instinctively And Unerringly As A Dog Suspicious Of Some Buried Bone.

We Are Divided Of Course Between Liking To Feel The Past Strange And Liking To Feel It Familiar.

Her Memory's Your Love. You Want No Other.

I've Always Expected The Worst, And It's Always Worse Than I Expected.