Mother Is Far Too Clever To Understand

Does There, I Wonder, Exist A Being Who Has Read All, Or Approximately All, That The Person Of Average Culture Is Supposed To Have Read, And That Not To Have Read Is A Social Sin? If Such A Being Does Exist, Surely He Is An Old, A Very Old Man.

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.

Any Change, Even A Change For The Better, Is Always Accompanied By Drawbacks And Discomforts.

The Best Cure For Worry, Depression, Melancholy, Brooding, Is To Go Deliberately Forth And Try To Lift With One's Sympathy The Gloom Of Somebody Else.

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.