It Is Probably True To Say That

The Idea That It Is Necessary To Go To A University In Order To Become A Successful Writer . . . Is One Of Those Fantasies That Surround Authorship.

The Tragedy Of Journalism Lies In Its Impermanence; The Very Topicality Which Gives It Brilliance Condemns It To An Early Death. Too Often It Is A Process Of Flinging Bright Balloons In The Path Of The Hurricane, A Casting Of Priceless Petals Upon The Rushing Surface Of A Stream.

There Is An Abiding Beauty Which May Be Appreciated By Those Who Will See Things As They Are And Who Will Ask For No Reward Except To See.

An Author Who Waits For The Right 'mood' Will Soon Find That 'moods' Get Fewer And Fewer Until They Cease Altogether.

Definite Gifts Render Their Possessors Capable Of Overcoming Any Obstacle This Side Of Death; They Create An Impetus Of Far More Genuine Value Than External Advantages In Some Other Career Where The Impulse To Make Use Of Them Remains Weak Or Non-existent. The Work That One Enjoys Is The Greatest Source Of Happiness And Vitality In Life.