Literature Exists So That Where One Man

Ninety Percent Of The Friction Of Daily Life Is Caused By Tone Of Voice.

The Man Who Begins To Go To Bed Forty Minutes Before He Opens His Bedroom Door Is Bored; That Is To Say, He Is Not Living.

There Is No Magic Method Of Beginning... Take Hold Of Your Nerves, And Jump.

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.

Always Behave As If Nothing Had Happened, No Matter What Has Happened.