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The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be quietly led.
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Sleep. Those little slices of Death. How I loathe them.
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The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure ...: buffoons,... improvisatori,... ballet-dancers,... musicians,... Beauty,... wine. A...
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How much more intense is the excitement wrought in the feelings of a crowd by the contemplation of human agony, than that brought about by the...
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Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it "the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the v...
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