The Pleasure Of Doing A Thing In

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.

The Price Of Justice Is Eternal Publicity.

A Man Of Sixty Has Spent Twenty Years In Bed And Over Three Years In Eating.

You Can Turn Over A New Leaf Every Hour If You Choose.

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.