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Art (n.) is ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠never occupied with itself: no art can supply its own starting-point, and its subject-matter must always lie outside it.

Consolation (n.) drawn ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠from the misfortunes of others is a comfort fit only for the malevolent.

Wickedness (n.) can ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠be perfectly unpunishable: knowing a viper lurks where a man whose death would profit you is about to sit, you need only say nothing.