
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
β Oscar Wilde
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THE LIBRARY
Words to return to, with the context behind them.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Only that day dawns to which we are awake.

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second;

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds,

A ladyβs imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.

Well! Iβve often seen a cat without a grin,

Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves.

because they lessen from day to day.

weβre all mad here.

Curiouser and curiouser!

Who in the world am I?