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Herds Of Reindeer Move Across Miles And Miles Of Golden Moss

Aphorisms Are Essentially An Aristocratic Genre Of Writing. The Aphorist Does Not Argue Or Explain, He Asserts; And Implicit In His Assertion Is A Conviction That He Is Wiser And More Intelligent Than His Readers.

Organic Growth Is A Cyclical Process; It Is Just As True To Say That The Oak Is A Potential Acorn As It Is To Say The Acorn Is A Potential Oak. But The Process Of Writing A Poem, Of Making Any Art Object, Is Not Cyclical But A Motion In One Direction Toward A Definite End.

Private Faces In Public Places Are Wiser And Nicer Than Public Faces In Private Places.

There Was Still Gold And Silver In The Mountains, And Hunger Was A More Immediate Sorrow