I Advise Nobody To Drown Sorrow In

Remorse ... Is One Of The Many Afflictions For Which Time Finds A Cure.

Public Work Brings A Vicarious But Assured Sense Of Immortality. We May Be Poor, Weak, Timid, In Debt To Our Landlady, Bullied By Our Nieces, Stiff In The Joints, Shortsighted And Distressed; We Shall Perish, But The Cause Endures; The Cause Is Great.

What With The Reviews Of Critics, The Sarcasms Of One's Friends, The Reproaches Of One's Own Taste, There's Precious Little Peace After Publishing A Book.

It Is The Brevity Of Life Which Makes It Tolerable; Its Experiences Have Value Because They Have An End.

The Things That One Most Wants To Do Are The Things That Are Probably Most Worth Doing.