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If Anything Can Be Invented More Excruciating Than An English Opera, Such As Was The Fashion At The Time I Was In London, I Am Sure No Sin Of Mine Deserves The Punishment Of Bearing It.

Wine Is Earth's Answer To The Sun.

The Mind Is Not, I Know, A Highway, But A Temple, And Its Doors Should Not Be Carelessly Left Open.

The Public Must Learn How To Cherish The Nobler And Rarer Plants, And To Plant The Aloe, Able To Wait A Hundred Years For It's Bloom, Or It's Garden Will Contain, Presently, Nothing But Potatoes And Pot-herbs.

What I Mean By The Muse Is That Unimpeded Clearness Of The Intuitive Powers, Which A Perfectly Truthful Adherence To Every Admonition Of The Higher Instincts Would Bring To A Finely Organized Human Being. It May Appear As Prophesy Or As Poesy...should These Faculties Have Free Play, I Believe They Will Open Up New, Deeper And Purer Sources Of Joyous Inspiration Than Have As Yet Refreshed The Earth.