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The Longer I Live, The More I Realize That I Am Never Wrong About Anything, And That All The Pains I Have So Humbly Taken To Verify My Notions Have Only Wasted My Time!

If There Is Anything I Hate In A Woman, It's Want Of Character.

Life's No Brief Candle-it's A Splendid Torch!

The Great Dramatist Has Something Better To Do Than To Amuse Either Himself Or His Audience. He Has To Interpret Life.

Your Wits Can't Thicken In That Soft Moist Air, On Those White Springy Roads, In Those Misty Rushes And Brown Bogs, On Those Hillsides Of Granite Rocks And Magenta Heather. You've No Such Colours In The Sky, No Such Lure In The Distances, No Such Sadness In The Evenings. Oh The Dreaming! The Dreaming! The Torturing, Heart-scalding, Never Satisfying Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming!