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When An Artist Deserts To The Side Of The Angels, It Is The Most Odious Of Treasons.

There Is Something Curiously Boring About Somebody Else's Happiness.

No Holiday Is Ever Anything But A Disappointment.

Most Men And Women Lead Lives At The Worst So Painful, At The Best So Monotonous, Poor And Limited That The Urge To Escape, The Longing To Transcend Themselves If Only For A Few Moments, Is And Has Always Been One Of The Principal Appetites Of The Soul.

Good Is That Which Makes For Unity. Evil Is That Which Makes For Separateness.