Perhaps Someday You Can Have

A Slavish Concern For The Composition Of Words Is The Sign Of A Bankrupt Intellect. Be Gone, Odious Wasp! You Smell Of Decayed Syllables.

You Can Swim All Day In The Sea Of Knowledge And Not Get Wet.

You May Not See It Now," Said The Princess Of Pure Reason, Looking Knowingly At Milo's Puzzled Face, "but Whatever We Learn Has A Purpose And Whatever We Do Affects Everything And Everyone Else, If Even In The Tiniest Way.

What You Learn Today, For No Reason At All, Will Help You Discover All The Wonderful Secrets Of Tomorrow.

Aha!" Interrupted Officer Shrift, Making Another Note In His Little Book. "just As I Thought: Boys Are The Cause Of Everything.