The Word Book Acted As A Transient

Say Whatever Your Memory Suggests Is True; But Add Nothing And Exaggerate Nothing.

No Mockery In This World Ever Sounds To Me So Hollow As That Of Being Told To Cultivate Happiness. What Does Such Advice Mean? Happiness Is Not A Potato, To Be Planted In Mould, And Tilled With Manure.

The Man Of Regular Life And Rational Mind Never Despairs.

Everyone Else Is Just Cocktails.

Writers Cannot Choose Their Own Mood: With Them It Is Not Always Hide-tide, Nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.