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The Course Of The Seasons Is A Piece Of Clockwork, With A Cuckoo To Call When It Is Spring.

The Thoughts Written On The Walls Of Madhouses By Their Inmates Might Be Worth Publicizing.

A Schoolteacher Or Professor Cannot Educate Individuals, He Educates Only Species.

The Writer Who Cannot Sometimes Throw Away A Thought About Which Another Man Would Have Written Dissertations, Without Worry Whether Or Not The Reader Will Find It, Will Never Become A Great Writer.

I Am Confident Of My Ability To Demonstrate That One Can Sometimes Believe In Something And Yet Not Believe In It. Nothing Is Less Fathomable Than The Systems That Motivate Our Actions.