Pessimism, When You Get Used To It,

The Test Of A First-rate Work, And A Test Of Your Sincerity In Calling It A First-rate Work, Is That You Finish It.

Because Her Instinct Has Told Her, Or Because She Has Been Reliably Informed, The Faded Virgin Knows That The Supreme Joys Are Not For Her; She Knows By A Process Of The Intellect; But She Can Feel Her Deprivation No More Than The Young Mother Can Feel The Hardship Of The Virgin's Lot.

Literature Exists So That Where One Man Has Lived Finely Ten Thousand May Afterward Live Finely

You Can Turn Over A New Leaf Every Hour If You Choose.

Time Is The Inexplicable Raw Material Of Everything. With It, All Is Possible, Without It Nothing. The Supply Of Time Is Truly A Daily Miracle, An Affair Genuinely Astonishing When One Examines It.