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We Ought To Hate Very Rarely, As It Is Too Fatiguing; Remain Indifferent To A Great Deal, Forgive Often And Never Forget.

Alas, We Are The Victims Of Advertisement. Those Who Taste The Joys And Sorrows Of Fame When They Have Passed Forty, Know How To Look After Themselves. They Know What Is Concealed Beneath The Flowers, And What The Gossip, The Calumnies, And The Praise Are Worth. But As For Those Who Win Fame When They Are Twenty, They Know Nothing, And Are Caught Up In The Whirlpool.

What Would Life Be Without Art? Science Prolongs Life. To Consist Of What-eating, Drinking, And Sleeping? What Is The Good Of Living Longer If It Is Only A Matter Of Satisfying The Requirements That Sustain Life? All This Is Nothing Without The Charm Of Art.

The Actor Is Too Prone To Exaggerate His Powers; He Wants To Play Hamlet When His Appearance Is More Suitable To King Lear.

I Adore Chicago. It Is The Pulse Of America.