Poets And Painters Are Outside The Class

It Is By Sitting Down To Write Every Morning That He Becomes A Writer. Those Who Do Not Do This Remain Amateurs.

In A Happy Marriage It Is The Wife Who Provides The Climate, The Husband The Landscape.

As Coleridge Said, "we Receive But What We Give." The Happy Life Is A Life Of Continual Generosity In Which We Go Out To Meet And Acclaim The World.

Everyone Alters And Is Altered By Everyone Else. We Are All The Time Taking In Portions Of One Another Or Else Reacting Against Them, And By These Involuntary Acquisitions And Repulsions Modifying Our Natures.

One Road To Happiness Is To Cultivate Curiosity About Everything. Not Only About People But About Subjects, Not Only About The Arts But About History And Foreign Customs. Not Only About Countries And Cities, But About Plants And Animals. Not Only About Lichened Rocks And Curious Markings On The Bark Of Trees, But About Stars And Atoms. Not Only About Your Friends But About That Strange Labyrinth We Inhabit Which We Call Ourselves. Then, If We Do That, We Will Never Suffer A Moment's Boredom.