The Moment You're Born You're Done For.

Does There, I Wonder, Exist A Being Who Has Read All, Or Approximately All, That The Person Of Average Culture Is Supposed To Have Read, And That Not To Have Read Is A Social Sin? If Such A Being Does Exist, Surely He Is An Old, A Very Old Man.

The Price Of Justice Is Eternal Publicity.

The Manner In Which One Single Ray Of Light, One Single Precious Hint, Will Clarify And Energize The Whole Mental Life Of Him Who Receives It, Is Among The Most Wonderful And Heavenly Of Intellectual Phenomena.

Prepare To Live By All Means, But For Heaven's Sake Do Not Forget To Live.

Every Scene, Even The Commonest, Is Wonderful, If Only One Can Detach Oneself, Casting Off All Memory Of Use And Custom, And Behold It (as It Were) For The First Time; In Its Right, Authentic Colors; Without Making Comparisons. Cherish And Burnish This Faculty Of Seeing Crudely, Simply, Artlessly, Ignorantly; Of Seeing Like A Baby Or A Lunatic, Who Lives Each Moment By Itself And Tarnishes By The Present No Remembrance Of The Past.