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The Ideal Has Many Names, And Beauty Is But One Of Them.

But Philip Was Impatient With Himself; He Called To Mind His Idea Of The Pattern Of Life: The Unhappiness He Had Suffered Was No More Than Part Of A Decoration Which Was Elaborate And Beautiful; He Told Himself Strenuously That He Must Accept With Gaiety Everything, Dreariness And Excitement, Pleasure And Pain, Because It Added To The Richness Of The Design.

I Do Not Confer Praise Or Blame: I Accept. I Am The Measure Of All Things. I Am The Center Of The World.

The Love That Lasts Longest Is The Love That Is Never Returned.

Like All Weak Men He Laid An Exaggerated Stress On Not Changing One's Mind.