Most People Sleep Themselves Stupid.

Of All The Inhabitants Of The Inferno, None But Lucifer Knows That Hell Is Hell, And The Secret Function Of Purgatory Is To Make Of Heaven An Effective Reality.

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.

The Proper, Wise Balancing Of One's Whole Life May Depend Upon The Feasibility Of A Cup Of Tea At An Unusual Hour.

To My Mind The Most Poignant Mystical Exhoration Ever Written Is "be Still And Know That I Am God."

Nearly All Bookish People Are Snobs, And Especially The More Enlightened Among Them. They Are Apt To Assume That If A Writer Has Immense Circulation, If He Is Enjoyed By Plain Persons, And If He Can Fill Several Theatres At Once, He Cannont Possibly Be Worth Reading And Merits Only Indifference And Disdain.