The Middle Class, That Prisoner Of The

We'd Get Sick On Too Many Cookies, But Ever So Much Sicker On No Cookies At All.

Writers Kid Themselves-about Themselves And Other People. Take The Talk About Writing Methods. Writing Is Just Work-there's No Secret. If You Dictate Or Use A Pen Or Type With Your Toes-it Is Just Work.

Life Is Hard And Astonishingly Complicated.... No One Great Reform Will Make It Easy. Most Of Us Who Work -- Or Want To Work -- Will Always Have Trouble Or Discontent. So We Must Learn To Be Calm, And Train All Our Faculties, And Make Others Happy.

The World And All Its Wisdom Is But A Booby, Blundering School-boy That Needs Management And Could Be Managed, If Men And Women Would Be Human Beings Instead Of Just Business Men, Or Plumbers, Or Army Officers, Or Commuters, Or Educators, Or Authors, Or Clubwomen, Or Traveling Salesmen, Or Socialists, Or Republicans, Or Salvation Army Leaders, Or Wearers Of Cloths.

If There Is Anything Worse Than The Aching Tedium Of Staring Out Of Car Windows, It Is The Irritation Of Getting Tickets, Packing, Finding Trains, Lying In Bouncing Berths, Washing Without Water, Digging Out Passports, And Fighting Through Customs. To Live In Carlsbad Is Seemly And To Loaf At San Remo Healing To The Soul, But To Get From Carlsbad To San Remo Is Of The Devil.