The Games Of The Ancient Greeks Were,

Old Habits Are Strong And Jealous.

In Matching Your Wits Against Yourself You Take On The Shrewdest And Wiliest Antagonist You Can Have, And Consequently A Victorious Outcome In This Duel Of Wits Brings A Great Feeling Of Triumph.

The Games Of The Ancient Greeks Were, In Their Original Institutions, Religious Solemnities.

Criticism And Rejection Are Not Personal Insults, But Your Artistic Component Will Not Know That. It Will Quiver And Wince And Run To Cover, And You Will Have Trouble In Luring It Out Again To Observe And Weave Tales And Find Words For All The Thousand Shades Of Feeling That Go To Make Up A Story.

In The Long Run It Makes Little Difference How Cleverly Others Are Deceived; If We Are Not Doing What We Are Best Equipped To Do, Or Doing Well What We Have Undertaken As Our Personal Contribution To The World's Work, At Least By Way Of An Earnestly Followed Avocation, There Will Be A Core Of Unhappiness In Our Lives Which Will Be More And More Difficult To Ignore As The Years Pass.