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Great Literature Cannot Grow From A Neglected Or Impoverished Soil. Only If We Actually Tend Or Care Will It Transpire That Every Hundred Years Or So We Might Get A Middlemarch.

Of All The Things That Human Beings Did Together, The Sexual Act Was The One With The Most Various Of Reasons.

If From Infancy You Treat Children As Gods, They Are Liable In Adulthood To Act As Devils.

Without The Hope Of Posterity, For Our Race If Not For Ourselves, Without The Assurance That We Being Dead Yet Live, All Pleasures Of The Mind And Senses Sometimes Seem To Me No More Than Pathetic And Crumbling Defences Shored Up Against Our Ruin.

I Don't Want Anyone To Look To Me, Not For Protection, Not For Happiness, Not For Love, Not For Anything.