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In The Past Few Years, I Have Made A Thrilling Discovery ... That Until One Is Over Sixty, One Can Never Really Learn The Secret Of Living. One Can Then Begin To Live, Not Simply With The Intense Part Of Oneself, But With One's Entire Being.

The World Of The Egotist Is, Inevitably, A Narrow World, And The Boundaries Of Self Are Limited To The Close Horizon Of Personality.... But, Within This Horizon, There Is Room For Many Attributes That Are Excellent.

No Idea Is So Antiquitated That It Was Not Once Modern. No Idea Is So Modern That It Will Not Some Day Be Antiquitated . . . To Seize The Flying Thought Before It Escapes Us Is Our Only Touch With Reality.

Words, Like Acts, Become Stale When They Are Repeated.

The Things I Feared Were Not In The Sky, But In The Nature And In The Touch Of Humanity. The Cruelty Of Children . . . The Blindness Of The Unpitiful - These Were My Terrors. But Not The Crash Of Thunder Overhead, Not The Bolts Of Fire From The Clouds.