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Every Fact Is Impure, But Every Fact Contains In It The Juices Of Life. Every Fact Is A Clod, From Which May Grow An Amaranth Or A Palm.

If Any Individual Live Too Much In Relations, So That He Becomes A Stranger To The Resources Of His Own Nature, He Falls, After A While, Into A Distraction, Or Imbecility, From Which He Can Only Be Cured By A Time Of Isolation, Which Gives The Renovating Fountains Time To Rise Up.

Genius Will Live And Thrive Without Training, But It Does Not The Less Reward The Watering Pot And The Pruning Knife.

Not One Man, In The Million, Shall I Say? No, Not In The Hundred Million, Can Rise Above The Belief That Woman Was Made For Man.

The Soul Of The Great Musician Can Only Be Expressed In Music.