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1. Always Wait Between Books For The Springs To Fill Up And Flow Over. 2. Always Preserve Within A Wild Sanctuary, An Inaccessible Valley Of Reveries. 3. Always, And As Far As It Is Possible, Endeavor To Touch Life On Every Side; But Keep The Central Vision Of The Mind, The Inmost Light, Untouched And Untouchable.

It Was A Perfect Spring Afternoon, And The Air Was Filled With Vague, Roving Scents, As If The Earth Exhaled The Sweetness Of Hidden Flowers.

I Have Little Faith In The Theory That Organized Killing Is The Best Prelude To Peace.

It Is Only By Knowing How Little Life Has In Store For Us That We Are Able To Look On The Bright Side And Avoid Disappointment.

Yes, I Learned Long Ago That The Only Satisfaction Of Authorship Lies In Finding The Very Few Who Understand What We Mean. As For Outside Rewards, There Is Not One That I Have Ever Discovered.