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The Proper, Wise Balancing Of One's Whole Life May Depend Upon The Feasibility Of A Cup Of Tea At An Unusual Hour.

All Wrong Doing Is Done In The Sincere Belief That It Is The Best Thing To Do.

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.

You Probably Think Of The Orchestra As A Heterogeneous Mass Of Instruments Producing A Confused Agreeable Mass Of Sound. You Do Not Listen For Details Because You Have Never Trained Your Ears To Listen To Details.

The Real Tragedy Is The Tragedy Of The Man Who Never In His Life Braces Himself For His One Supreme Effort-he Never Stretches To His Full Capacity, Never Stands Up To His Full Stature.