I No Longer Listen To

One Is Quite Astonished To Find How Many Things There Are In The Landscape, And In Every Object In It, One Never Noticed Before. And This Is A Tremendous New Pleasure And Interest Which Invests Every Walk Or Drive With An Added Object. So Many Colours On The Hillside, Each Different In Shadow And In Sunlight; Such Brilliant Reflections In The Pool, Each A Key Lower Than What They Repeat; Such Lovely Lights Gilding Or Silvering Surface Or Outline, All Tinted Exquisitely With Pale Colour, Rose, Orange, Green Or Violet.

Human Beings Are Of Two Classes: Those Whose Work Is Work And Whose Pleasure Is Pleasure; And Those Whose Work And Pleasure Are One.

Perfectionism Spells Paralysis.

I Have Had A Number Of Threatening Letters Each Week, Some Telling Me The Actual Time And Method Of My Death, And I Don't Like It.

A Small Lie Needs A Bodyguard Of Bigger Lies To Protect It.