Man Makes A Great Fuss About This

Continually One Faces The Horrible Matter Of Making Decisions. The Solution Is, As Far As Possible, To Avoid Conscious Rational Decisions And Choices; Simply To Do What You Find Yourself Doing; To Float In The Great Current Of Life With As Little Friction As Possible; To Allow Things To Settle Themselves, As Indeed They Do With The Most Infallible Certainty.

The Misfortunes Hardest To Bear Are These Which Never Came.

The Real Purpose Of Books Is To Trap The Mind Into Doing Its Own Thinking.

There Is An Innate Decorum In Man, And It Is Not Fair To Thrust Truth Upon People When They Don't Expect It. Only The Very Generous Are Ready For Truth Impromptu.

Everybody Thinks Of Others As Being Excessively Human, With All The Frailties And Crotchets Appertaining To That Curious Condition. But Each Of Us Also Seems To Regard Himself As Existing On A Detached Plane Of Observation, Exempt (save In Moments Of Avid Crisis) From The Strange Whims Of Humanity En Masse.