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Man Cannot Persist Long In A Conscious State, He Must Throw Himself Back Into The Unconscious, For His Root Lives There.

Talent Is Nurtured In Solitude; Character Is Formed In The Stormy Billows Of The World.

Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper Stuff For That Purpose In It; And A Man Becomes Renowned Because He Has The Necessary Stuff In Him. Renown Is Not To Be Sought, And All Pursuit Of It Is Vain. A Person May, Indeed, By Skillful Conduct And Various Artificial Means, Make A Sort Of Name For Himself; But If The Inner Jewel Is Wanting, All Is Vanity, And Will Not Last A Day.

A Life Without Love, Without The Presence Of The Beloved, Is Nothing But A Mere Magic-lantern Show. We Draw Out Slide After Slide, Swiftly Tiring Of Each, And Pushing It Back To Make Haste For The Next.

There Is Nothing By Which Men Display Their Character So Much As In What They Consider Ridiculous... Fools And Sensible Men Are Equally Innocuous. It Is In The Half Fools And The Half Wise That The Great Danger Lies.