Life, We Learn Too Late, Is In

Writing Is Not Hard. Just Get Paper And Pencil, Sit Down, And Write As It Occurs To You. The Writing Is Easy-it's The Occurring That's Hard.

Any Two Meals At A Boarding-house Are Together Less Than Two Square Meals.

The Writing Of Solid, Instructive Stuff Fortified By Facts And Figures Is Easy Enough. There Is No Trouble In Writing A Scientific Treatise On The Folk-lore Of Central China, Or A Statistical Enquiry Into The Declining Population Of Prince Edward Island. But To Write Something Out Of One's Own Mind, Worth Reading For Its Own Sake, Is An Arduous Contrivance Only To Be Achieved In Fortunate Moments, Few And Far In Between. Personally, I Would Sooner Have Written Alice In Wonderland Than The Whole Encyclopedia Britannica.

Charles Dickens' Creation Of Mr. Pickwick Did More For The Elevation Of The Human Race - I Say It In All Seriousness - Than Cardinal Newman's Lead Kindly Light Amid The Encircling Gloom. Newman Only Cried Out For Light In The Gloom Of A Sad World. Dickens Gave It.

In Earlier Times They Had No Statistics And So They Had To Fall Back On Lies. Hence The Huge Exaggerations Of Primitive Literature, Giants, Miracles, Wonders! It's The Size That Counts. They Did It With Lies And We Do It With Statistics: But It's All The Same.