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Does There, I Wonder, Exist A Being Who Has Read All, Or Approximately All, That The Person Of Average Culture Is Supposed To Have Read, And That Not To Have Read Is A Social Sin? If Such A Being Does Exist, Surely He Is An Old, A Very Old Man.

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.

Of All The Inhabitants Of The Inferno, None But Lucifer Knows That Hell Is Hell, And The Secret Function Of Purgatory Is To Make Of Heaven An Effective Reality.

Essential Characteristic Of The Really Great Novelist: A Christ-like, All-embracing Compassion.

The Proper, Wise Balancing Of One's Whole Life May Depend Upon The Feasibility Of A Cup Of Tea At An Unusual Hour.