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I Ought To Reflect Again And Again, And Yet Again, That The Beings That I Have To Steer Are Just As Inevitable In The Scheme Of Evolution As I Am Myself; Have Just As Much Right To Be Themselves As I Am Entitled To; And They All Deserve From Me As Much Sympathy As I Give To Myself.

It Is Within The Experience Of Everyone That When Pleasure And Pain Reach A Certain Intensity They Are Indistinguishable.

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.

Worry Is Evidence Of An Ill-controlled Brain; It Is Merely A Stupid Waste Of Time In Unpleasantness. If Men And Women Practiced Mental Calisthenics As They Do Physical Calisthenics, They Would Purge Their Brains Of This Foolishness.

Most People Sleep Themselves Stupid.