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The Chief Beauty About Time Is That You Cannot Waste It In Advance. The Next Year, The Next Day, The Next Hour Are Lying Ready For You, As Perfect, As Unspoiled, As If You Had Never Wasted Or Misapplied A Single Moment In All Your Life. You Can Turn Over A New Leaf Every Hour If You Choose.

Worry Is Evidence Of An Ill-controlled Brain; It Is Merely A Stupid Waste Of Time In Unpleasantness.

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The Makers Of Literature Are Those Who Have Seen And Felt The Miraculous Interestingness Of The Universe. If You Have Formed...literary Taste...your Life Will Be One Long Ecstasy Of Denying That The World Is A Dull Place.

The Second Suggestion Is To Think As Well As To Read. I Know People Who Read And Read, And For All The Good It Does Them They Might Just As Well Cut Bread-and-butter. They Take To Reading As Better Men Take To Drink. They Fly Through The Shires Of Literature On A Motor-car, Their Sole Object Being Motion. They Will Tell You How Many Books They Have Read In A Year. Unless You Give At Least 45 Minutes To Careful, Fatiguing Reflection (it Is An Awful Bore At First) Upon What You Are Reading, Your 90 Minutes Of A Night Are Chiefly Wasted.