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And Though Thou Notest From Thy Safe Recess Old Friends Burn Dim, Like Lamps In Noisome Air Love Them For What They Are; Nor Love Them Less, Because To Thee They Are Not What They Were.

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

A Woman In A Single State May Be Happy And May Be Miserable; But Most Happy, Most Miserable, These Are Epithets Belonging To A Wife.

An Idea, In The Highest Sense Of That Word, Cannot Be Conveyed But By A Symbol.

There Is Nothing Insignificant-nothing.