Still falls the rain -- dark as the world of man, black as our loss -- blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
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I'm not the man to balk at a low smell, I not the man to insist on asphodel. This sounds like a He-fellow, don't you think? It sounds like that. I belch, I bawl, I drink.
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Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
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Why not be oneself That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound why try to look like a Pekinese
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Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.
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The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
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I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.
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Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.
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I am patient with stupidity, but not with those who are proud of it.
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The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love . . . There was no more hating then,...
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I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.
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I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.
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A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.
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My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
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The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.
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