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If A Nation's Literature Declines, The Nation Atrophies And Decays.

When Two Men In Business Always Agree, One Of Them Is Unnecessary.

I Once Saw A Small Child Go To An Electric Light Switch As Say, Mamma, Can I Open The Light? She Was Using The Age-old Language Of Exploration, The Language Of Art.

There Are Few Things More Difficult Than To Appraise The Work Of A Man Suddenly Dead In His Youth; To Disentangle Promise From Achievement; To Save Him From That Sentimentalizing Which Confuses The Tragedy Of The Interruption With The Merit Of The Work Actually Performed.

The History Of An Art Is The History Of Masterwork, Not Of Failures, Or Mediocrity.