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The Secret To Living In The Rush Of The World With A Minimum Of Pain Is To Get As Many People As Possible To String Along With Your Delusions.

Never In His Life Had Occasion To Ask Himself, "why Are Things The Way They Are?" Why Should He Bother, When The Way They Were Was Always Perfect? Why Are Things The Way They Are? The Question To Which There Is No Answer, And Up Till Then He Was So Blessed He Didn't Even Know The Question Existed.

I Work Just As Much As I Always Worked. And I Can't Explain The Fact That There Have Been A Series Of Books Coming Rather Regularly Out Of Me. I Work Most Days And If You Work Most Days And You Get At Least A Page Done A Day, Then At The End Of The Year You Have 365. So The Pages Accumulate And Then I Publish The Books.

Being In The Dark From Sentence To Sentence Is What Convinces Me To Go On.

Old Age Isn't A Battle; Old Age Is A Massacre.