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Better The Fragrant Herb Of Wit And A Little Cream Of Affability Than All The Pretty Cups In The World.

No One Is Fit To Judge A Book Until He Has Rounded Cape Horn In A Sailing Vessel, Until He Has Bumped Into Two Or Three Icebergs, Until He Has Been Lost In The Sands Of The Desert, Until He Has Spent A Few Years In The House Of The Dead.

People Of Small Calibre Are Always Carping. How Affected So-and-so Is! Don't You Think He Is Silly? He Was Certainly Quite Mistaken About This Or That. They Are Bent On Showing Their Own Superiority, Their Knowledge Or Their Prowess Or Good Breeding.

The Writer Is Important Only By Dint Of The Territory He Colonizes.

How Delightful Is The Company Of Generous People, Who Overlook Trifles And Keep Their Minds Instinctively Fixed On Whatever Is Good And Positive In The World Around Them.