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True Eloquence Forgoes Eloquence.

Only Those Things Are Beautiful Which Are Inspired By Madness And Written By Reason.

Our Deeds Attach Themselves To Us Like The Flame To Phosphorus. They Constitute Our Brilliance, To Be Sure, But Only In So Far As They Consume Us.

You Have To Let Other People Be Right' Was His Answer To Their Insults. 'it Consoles Them For Not Being Anything Else.

Do Not Scorn Little Victories.