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You Have But To Hold Forth In Cap And Gown, And Any Gibberish Becomes Learning, All Nonsense Passes For Sense.

Sharing With Jupiter Is Never A Dishonor.

The Ancients, Sir, Are The Ancients, And We Are The People Of Today.

The Only People Who Can Be Excused For Letting A Bad Book Loose On The World Are The Poor Devils Who Have To Write For A Living.

New-born Desires, After All, Have Inexplicable Charms, And All The Pleasure Of Love Is In Variety.