At Moments We Are All Artists.

One Of The Chief Things Which My Typical Man Has To Learn Is That The Mental Faculties Are Capable Of A Continuous Hard Activity; They Do Not Tire Like An Arm Or A Leg. All They Want Is Change - Not Rest, Except In Sleep.

I Know People Who Read And Read, And For All The Good It Does Them, They Might As Well Cut Bread And Butter. Unless You Give At Least 45 Minutes Of Careful, Fatiguing Reflection Upon What You Are Reading, Your Minutes Are Chiefly Wasted.

Because Her Instinct Has Told Her, Or Because She Has Been Reliably Informed, The Faded Virgin Knows That The Supreme Joys Are Not For Her; She Knows By A Process Of The Intellect; But She Can Feel Her Deprivation No More Than The Young Mother Can Feel The Hardship Of The Virgin's Lot.

The Chief Beauty About Time Is That You Cannot Waste It In Advance. The Next Year, The Next Day, The Next Hour Are Lying Ready For You, As Perfect, As Unspoiled, As If You Had Never Wasted Or Misapplied A Single Moment In All Your Life. You Can Turn Over A New Leaf Every Hour If You Choose.

The War Years Count Double. Things And People Not Actively In Use Age Twice As Fast.