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No Writer, I Believe, Should Attempt A Novel Before He Is Thirty, And Not Then Unless He Has Been Hopelessly And Helplessly Involved In Life. For The Writer Who Goes Out To Find Material For A Novel, As A Fishermen Goes Out To Sea To Fish, Will Certainly Not Write A Good Novel. Life Has To Be Lived Thoughtlessly, Unconsciously, At Full Tilt And For No Purpose Except Its Own Sake Before It Becomes, Eventually, Good Material For A Novel.

If There Is No Other Life, Then This One Has Been Enough To Make It Worth Being Born Myself...a Human Being.

You Are Right,” He Had Said. “love Is Not The Word. No One Can Love His Neighbor. Say, Rather, ‘know Thy Neighbor As Thyself.” That Is, Comprehend His Hardships And Understand His Position, Deal With His Faults As Gently As With Your Own. Do Not Judge Him Where You Do Not Judge Yourself. Madame, This Is The Meaning Of The Word Love.

We Should So Provide For Old Age That It May Have No Urgent Wants Of This World To Absorb It From Meditation On The Next. It Is Awful To See The Lean Hands Of Dotage Making A Coffer Of The Grave.

Love Can Never Be A Sin. It Can Be Only A Blessing. Even If You're Not Loved In Return -- Though I Can't Imagine That -- To Love Is A Proof Of Life -- Indeed, It's The Only Proof, For Once You Can't Love Another Human Being, You're Not Alive.