The artist, like the idiot or clown, sits on the edge of the world, and a push may send him over it.
Evil and ugliness are the same thing, and dullness is the mother of both.
For most of the well-to-do in the town, dinner was a shibboleth, its hour dividing mankind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
Not for the body, but for the heart; companion and company are needed.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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