Literature Exists So That Where

To The Artist Is Sometimes Granted A Sudden, Transient Insight Which Serves In This Matter For Experience. A Flash, And Where Previously The Brain Held A Dead Fact, The Soul Grasps A Living Truth! At Moments We Are All Artists.

It Is Well, When Judging A Friend, To Remember That He Is Judging You With The Same Godlike And Superior Impartiality.

Every Scene, Even The Commonest, Is Wonderful, If Only One Can Detach Oneself, Casting Off All Memory Of Use And Custom, And Behold It (as It Were) For The First Time; In Its Right, Authentic Colors; Without Making Comparisons. Cherish And Burnish This Faculty Of Seeing Crudely, Simply, Artlessly, Ignorantly; Of Seeing Like A Baby Or A Lunatic, Who Lives Each Moment By Itself And Tarnishes By The Present No Remembrance Of The Past.

If Egotism Means A Terrific Interest In One's Self, Egotism Is Absolutely Essential To Efficient Living.

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.