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People Of Humor Are Always In Some Degree People Of Genius.

Facts Are Not Truths; They Are Not Conclusions; They Are Not Even Premises, But In The Nature And Parts Of Premises.

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole.

Our Quaint Metaphysical Opinions, In An Hour Of Anguish, Are Like Playthings By The Bedside Of A Child Deathly Sick.

Iago's Soliloquy - The Motive-hunting Of A Motiveless Malignity - How Awful It Is!