It Takes A Good Deal

How Strange It Is, Our Little Procession Of Life! The Child Says, "when I Am A Big Boy." But What Is That? The Big Boy Says, "when I Grow Up." And Then, Grown Up, He Says, "when I Get Married." But To Be Married, What Is That After All? The Thought Changes To "when I'm Able To Retire." And Then, When Retirement Comes, He Looks Back Over The Landscape Traversed; A Cold Wind Seems To Sweep Over It; Somehow He Has Missed It All, And It Is Gone.

To Write Well It Is First Necessary To Have Something To Say.

What We Call Creative Work, Ought Not To Be Called Work At All, Because It Isn't. I Imagine That Thomas Edison Never Did A Day's Work In His Last Fifty Years.

It's Called Political Economy Because It Is Has Nothing To Do With Either Politics Or Economy.

The Student Of Arithmetic Who Has Mastered The First Four Rules Of His Art, And Successfully Striven With Money Sums And Fractions, Finds Himself Confronted By An Unbroken Expanse Of Questions Known As Problems.