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There Is Nothing The Body Suffers Which The Soul May Not Profit By.

That Rarest Gift To Beauty, Common Sense!

We Are Betrayed By What Is False Within

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

We Never Know What's In Us Till We Stand By Ourselves.