As A Rule People Don't Collect Books;

You Probably Think Of The Orchestra As A Heterogeneous Mass Of Instruments Producing A Confused Agreeable Mass Of Sound. You Do Not Listen For Details Because You Have Never Trained Your Ears To Listen To Details.

There Is No Magic Method Of Beginning... Take Hold Of Your Nerves, And Jump.

Every Scene, Even The Commonest, Is Wonderful, If Only One Can Detach Oneself, Casting Off All Memory Of Use And Custom, And Behold It (as It Were) For The First Time; In Its Right, Authentic Colors; Without Making Comparisons. Cherish And Burnish This Faculty Of Seeing Crudely, Simply, Artlessly, Ignorantly; Of Seeing Like A Baby Or A Lunatic, Who Lives Each Moment By Itself And Tarnishes By The Present No Remembrance Of The Past.

Procrastination Is Suicide On The Installment Plan.

I Know People Who Read And Read, And For All The Good It Does Them, They Might As Well Cut Bread And Butter. Unless You Give At Least 45 Minutes Of Careful, Fatiguing Reflection Upon What You Are Reading, Your Minutes Are Chiefly Wasted.