Most People Sleep Themselves Stupid.

No Mind, However Loving, Could Bear To See Plainly Into All The Recess Of Another Mind.

To Write Is To Make Oneself The Echo Of What Cannot Cease Speaking.

You Can Turn Over A New Leaf Every Hour If You Choose.

A Cause May Be Inconvenient, But It's Magnificent. It's Like Champagne Or High Heels, And One Must Be Prepared To Suffer For It.

The Second Suggestion Is To Think As Well As To Read. I Know People Who Read And Read, And For All The Good It Does Them They Might Just As Well Cut Bread-and-butter. They Take To Reading As Better Men Take To Drink. They Fly Through The Shires Of Literature On A Motor-car, Their Sole Object Being Motion. They Will Tell You How Many Books They Have Read In A Year. Unless You Give At Least 45 Minutes To Careful, Fatiguing Reflection (it Is An Awful Bore At First) Upon What You Are Reading, Your 90 Minutes Of A Night Are Chiefly Wasted.