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Stupidity Is The Deliberate Cultivation Of Ignorance.

How Real Is Any Of The Past, Being Every Moment Revalued To Make The Present Possible.

If It Is Not Beautiful For Someone, It Does Not Exist.

He Was Doing Missionary Work. But From The Outset He Had Little Success In Convincing His Charges Of Their Responsibility For A Sin Committed At The Beginning Of Creation, One Which, As They Understood It, They Were Ready And Capable (indeed, They Carried Charms To Assure It) Of Duplicating Themselves. He Did No Better Convincing Them That A Man Had Died On A Tree To Save Them All: An Act Which One Old Indian, If Gwyon Had Translated Correctly, Regarded As "rank Presumption".

Everybody Has That Feeling When They Look At A Work Of Art And It's Right, That Sudden Familiarity, A Sort Of...recognition, As Though They Were Creating It Themselves, As Though It Were Being Created Through Them While They Look At It Or Listen To It.