Plans Are Worthless. Planning Is Priceless.

There Are Two Processes Which We Adopt Consciously Or Unconsciously When We Try To Prophesy. We Can Seek A Period In The Past Whose Conditions Resemble As Closely As Possible Those Of Our Day, And Presume That The Sequel To That Period Will, Save For Some Minor Alterations, Be Similar. Secondly, We Can Survey The General Course Of Development In Our Immediate Past, And Endeavor To Prolong It Into The Near Future. The First Is The Method The Historian; The Second That Of The Scientist. Only The Second Is Open To Us Now, And This Only In A Partial Sphere.

If This Long Island Story Of Ours Is To End At Last, Let It End Only When Each One Of Us Lies, Choking In His Own Blood Upon The Ground.

Have Not Manet And Monet, Cézanne And Matisse, Rendered To Painting Something Of The Same Service Which Keats And Shelley Gave To Poetry After The Solemn And Ceremonious Literary Perfections Of The Eighteenth Century? They Have Brought Back To The Pictorial Art A New Draught Of Joie De Vivre; And The Beauty Of Their Work Is Instinct With Gaiety, And Floats In Sparkling Air. I Do Not Expect These Masters Would Particularly Appreciate My Defence, But I Must Avow An Increasing Attraction To Their Work.

In All The Twelve Years I Was At School No One Ever Succeeded In Making Me Write A Latin Verse Or Learn Any Greek Except The Alphabet.

Don't Take 'no' For An Answer, Never Submit To Failure. Do Not Be Fobbed Off With Mere Personal Success Or Acceptance. You Will Make All Kinds Of Mistakes, But As Long As You Are Generous And True, And Also Fierce, You Cannot Hurt The World Or Events.