Anything Worth Doing Well Is Worth Doing

I Have Everything I Had Twenty Years Ago, Only It's All A Little Bit Lower.

She's Descended From A Long Line Her Mother Listened To.

I Used To Come Home At Night Full Of Inspiration, And Sit Up With A Bottle Of Scotch. As I Wrote, The Words Seemed Wonderful, Just Too Wonderful To Be Coming From Me. Next Morning I Always Found They Were Terrible And I Could Never Use Anything I Wrote.

It's Not What You Do. It's The Way You Do It-stripping, Or Writing, Or Talking . . . Or Just Breathing. Do It With An Air, And Never Admit You're Scared.

Anything Worth Doing Well Is Worth Doing Slowly.