To Think Ill Of Mankind

A Mighty Stream Of Tendency.

The More A Man Writes, The More He Can Write.

I Have A Much Greater Ambition To Be The Best Racket Player Than The Best Prose Writer.

Though Familiarity May Not Breed Contempt, It Takes Off The Edge Of Admiration.

Happy Are They Who Live In The Dream Of Their Own Existence, And See All Things In The Light Of Their Own Minds; Who Walk By Faith And Hope; To Whom The Guiding Star Of Their Youth Still Shines From Afar, And Into Whom The Spirit Of The World Has Not Entered! They Have Not Been "hurt By The Archers", Nor Has The Iron Entered Their Souls. The World Has No Hand On Them.