As A Rule People Don't

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.

You Wake Up In The Morning, And Lo! Your Purse Is Magically Filled With Twenty-four Hours Of The Unmanufactured Tissue Of The Universe Of Your Life! It Is Yours. It Is The Most Precious Of Possessions. No One Can Take It From You. It Is Unstealable. And No One Receives Either More Or Less Than You Receive.

Worry Is Evidence Of An Ill-controlled Brain; It Is Merely A Stupid Waste Of Time In Unpleasantness. If Men And Women Practiced Mental Calisthenics As They Do Physical Calisthenics, They Would Purge Their Brains Of This Foolishness.

In Search Of Ideas I Spent Yesterday Morning In Walking About, And Went To The Stores And Bought Things In Four Departments. A Wonderful And Delightful Way Of Spending Time. I Think This Sort Of Activity Does Stimulate Creative Ideas.

The Pleasure Of Doing A Thing In The Same Way At The Same Time Every Day, And Savoring It, Should Be Noted.