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In Nothing More Is The English Genius For Domesticity More Notably Declared Than In The Institution Of This Festival-almost One May Call It-of Afternoon Tea...the Mere Chink Of Cups And Saucers Tunes The Mind To Happy Repose.

It Is Because Nations Tend Towards Stupidity And Baseness That Mankind Moves So Slowly; It Is Because Individuals Have A Capacity For Better Things That It Moves At All.

For One Thing, I Know Every Book Of Mine By Its Scent.

To Every Man It Is Decreed: Thou Shalt Live Alone. Happy They Who Imagine That They Have Escaped The Common Lot; Happy, Whilst They Imagine It.

I Hate With A Bitter Hatred The Names Of Lentils Haricots - Those Pretentious Cheats Of The Appetite, Those Tabulated Humbugs, Those Certified Aridites Calling Themselves Human Food!