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The Facts: Nothing Matters But The Facts: Worship Of The Facts Leads To Everything, To Happiness First Of All And Then To Wealth.

The English Are Crooked As A Nation And Honest As Individuals. The Contrary Is True Of The French, Who Are Honest As A Nation And Crooked As Individuals.

Any Man Who Does Not See Everything In Terms Of Self, That Is To Say Who Wants To Be Something In Respect Of Other Men, To Do Good To Them Or Simply Give Them Something To Do, Is Unhappy, Disconsolate, And Accursed.

Today I Begin To Understand What Love Must Be, If It Exists... When We Are Parted, We Each Feel The Lack Of The Other Half Of Ourselves. We Are Incomplete Like A Book In Two Volumes Of Which The First Has Been Lost. That Is What I Imagine Love To Be: Incompleteness In Absence.

One Of The Proud Joys Of The Man Of Letters - If That Man Of Letters Is An Artist - Is To Feel Within Himself The Power To Immortalize At Will Anything He Chooses To Immortalize. Insignificant Though He May Be, He Is Conscious Of Possessing A Creative Divinity. God Creates Lives; The Man Of Imagination Creates Fictional Lives Which May Make A Profound And As It Were More Living Impression On The World's Memory.