Modern literature is a north-east wind--a blight of the human soul. I take credit to myself for having helped to make it so. The way to produce fine fruit is to blight the flower. You call this a paradox. Marry, so be it.

Thomas Love Peacock
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  1. On the top of Cadair Idris, I felt how happy a man might bewith a little money and a sane intellect, and reflected with astonishment and pityon the madness of the multitude.

  2. I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.

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  4. If we go on in this way, we shall have a new art of poetry, of which one of the first rules will be: To remember to forget that there are any such things as sunshine and music in the world.

  5. He had some taste for romance reading before he went to the university, where, we must confess, in justice to his college, he was cured of the love of reading in all its shapes; and the cure would have been radical, if disappointment in love,...

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