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Good-humor And, Generosity Carry Day With The Popular Heart All The World Over.

The Greatness Of An Artist Or A Writer Does Not Depend On What He Has In Common With Other Artists And Writers, But On What He Has Peculiar To Himself.

If You Wish To Make A Man Look Noble, Your Best Course Is To Kill Him. What Superiority He May Have Inherited From His Race, What Superiority Nature May Have Personally Gifted Him With, Comes Out In Death.

We Are Never Happy; We Can Only Remember That We Were So Once.

Sweet April's Tears, Dead On The Hem Of May.