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The Man Who Begins To Go To Bed Forty Minutes Before He Opens His Bedroom Door Is Bored; That Is To Say, He Is Not Living.

The Chief Beauty About Time Is That You Cannot Waste It In Advance. The Next Year, The Next Day, The Next Hour Are Lying Ready For You, As Perfect, As Unspoiled, As If You Had Never Wasted Or Misapplied A Single Moment In All Your Life. You Can Turn Over A New Leaf Every Hour If You Choose.

Procrastination Is Suicide On The Installment Plan.

If You Imagine That You Will Be Able To Achieve Your Ideal By Ingeniously Planning Out A Timetable With A Pen On A Piece Of Paper, You Had Better Give Up Hope At Once.if You Are Not Prepared For Discouragements And Disillusions; If You Will Not Be Content With A Small Result For A Big Effort, Then Do Not Begin. Lie Down Again And Resume The Uneasy Doze Which You Call Your Existence.

The Second Suggestion Is To Think As Well As To Read. I Know People Who Read And Read, And For All The Good It Does Them They Might Just As Well Cut Bread-and-butter. They Take To Reading As Better Men Take To Drink. They Fly Through The Shires Of Literature On A Motor-car, Their Sole Object Being Motion. They Will Tell You How Many Books They Have Read In A Year. Unless You Give At Least 45 Minutes To Careful, Fatiguing Reflection (it Is An Awful Bore At First) Upon What You Are Reading, Your 90 Minutes Of A Night Are Chiefly Wasted.