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The Mirror That Strindberg Held Up To Nature Was A Cracked One. It Was Cracked In A Double Sense -- It Was Crazy. It Gave Back Broken Images Of A World Which It Made Look Like The Chaos Of A Lunatic Dream.

We Cannot Get Happiness By Striving After It, And Yet With An Effort We Can Impart It.

We Forget That Socrates Was Famed For Wisdom Not Because He Was Omniscient But Because He Realized At The Age Of Seventy That He Still Knew Nothing.

It Is Almost Impossible To Remember How Tragic A Place The World Is When One Is Playing Golf.

The Lovers Of Beauty Must Unite In A League, And Carry Out Some Great Propagandist Work Through The Country. They Must Demand The Extermination Of The Bulldog And The Dismantling Of The Cheap Villa, Both Of Which Are Responsible For A Deal Of Our Contentment Amid Ugliness.