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Farming -- A Vocation Accursed Of Heaven, Since One Never Saw A Millionaire Involved In It.

All You Have To Do To Make Something Interesting Is To Look At It Long Enough.

Iced Champagne Was Served, And The Feel Of The Cold Wine In Her Mouth Gave Emma A Shiver That Ran Over Her From Head To Toe.

What Seems Beautiful To Me, What I Should Like To Write, Is A Book About Nothing, A Book Dependent On Nothing External, Which Would Be Held Together By The Strength Of Its Style, Just As The Earth, Suspended In The Void, Depends On Nothing External For Its Support.

We Have All Been Beaten! Each One Has To Bear His Misfortune! Resign Yourself!