As A Rule People Don't Collect Books;

Far From The Madding Crowd Is A Mistake On A Honeymoon.... Solitude! Wherever You Are, If You're On A Honeymoon, You'll Get Quite As Much Solitude As Is Good For You Every Twenty-four Hours. Constant Change And Distraction -- That's What Wants Arranging For. Solitude Will Arrange Itself.

All Wrong Doing Is Done In The Sincere Belief That It Is The Best Thing To Do.

You Can Turn Over A New Leaf Every Hour If You Choose.

Time Is The Inexplicable Raw Material Of Everything. With It, All Is Possible, Without It Nothing. The Supply Of Time Is Truly A Daily Miracle, An Affair Genuinely Astonishing When One Examines It.

You Wake Up In The Morning, And Lo! Your Purse Is Magically Filled With Twenty-four Hours Of The Unmanufactured Tissue Of The Universe Of Your Life! It Is Yours. It Is The Most Precious Of Possessions. No One Can Take It From You. It Is Unstealable. And No One Receives Either More Or Less Than You Receive.