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They Are Miserly, The Princes Of Austria, You Need Not Grieve About It; They May Not Donate Anything, But They Allow Themselves Tobe Fleeced, The Good Lords.

Genius Differs From Talent Not By The Amount Of Original Thoughts, But By Making The Latter Fertile And By Positioning Them Properly, In Other Words, By Integrating Everything Into A Whole, Whereas Talent Produces Only Fragments, No Matter How Beautiful.

The Character Of The Crowds Is Made Up Of Mimicry And Hostility.

I Notice Well That One Stray Step From The Habitual Path Leads Irresistibly Into A New Direction. Life Moves Forward, It Never Reverses Its Course.

A Woman's Passion Is Not The Measure Of A Man's Love.