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A Good Book Is The Precious Life-blood Of A Master-spirit, Embalmed And Treasured Up On Purpose To A Life Beyond Life, And As Such It Must Surely Be A Necessary Commodity.

The Body, Then, Has A Mind Of Its Own. It Must Follow, Then, That The Mind Has A Body Of Its Own, Even If It’s Like Nothing That We Can See Around Us, Or Have Ever Seen.

Duty Is What No-one Else Will Do At The Moment.

Surely You Have To Succeed, If You Give Everything You Have.' 'i Don't See Why. Everyone Has To Give Everything They Have Eventually. They Have To Die. Dying Can't Be Called A Success.

On The Whole, I Think You Should Write Biographies Of Those You Admire And Respect, And Novels About Human Beings Who You Think Are Sadly Mistaken.