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Which Of Us Is Not Saying To Himself Which Of Us Has Not Been Saying To Himself All His Life: " I Shall Alter That When I Have A Little More Time"? We Never Shall Have Any More Time. We Have, And We Have Always Had, All The Time There Is.

Nearly All Bookish People Are Snobs, And Especially The More Enlightened Among Them. They Are Apt To Assume That If A Writer Has Immense Circulation, If He Is Enjoyed By Plain Persons, And If He Can Fill Several Theatres At Once, He Cannont Possibly Be Worth Reading And Merits Only Indifference And Disdain.

Great Wealth May Be To Its Owner A Blessing Or A Curse. Alas! I Fear It Is Too Often The Latter. It Hardens The Heart, Blunts The Finer Susceptibilities, And Transforms Into A Fiend What Under More Favourable Circumstances Might Have Been A Human Being.

Procrastination Is Suicide On The Installment Plan.

The Makers Of Literature Are Those Who Have Seen And Felt The Miraculous Interestingness Of The Universe. If You Have Formed...literary Taste...your Life Will Be One Long Ecstasy Of Denying That The World Is A Dull Place.