When I Have Eaten Mangoes, I Have

To Lunch With The Important ... That Should Be The Daily Goal Of Those For Whom Life Is Not A Playground But A Ladder.

Life, For All Its Agonies...is Exciting And Beautiful, Amusing And Artful And Endearing...and Whatever Is To Come After It -- We Shall Not Have This Life Again.

All Sorts Of Articles And Letters Appear In The Papers About Women. Profound Questions Are Raised Concerning Them. Should They Smoke? Should They Work? Vote? Marry? Exist? Are Not Their Skirts Too Short, Or Their Sleeves? Have They A Sense Of Humor, Of Honor, Of Direction? Are Spinsters Superfluous? But How Seldom Similar Inquiries Are Propounded About Men.

Cranks Live By Theory, Not By Pure Desire. They Want Votes, Peace, Nuts, Liberty, And Spinning-looms Not Because They Love These Things, As A Child Loves Jam, But Because They Think They Ought To Have Them. That Is One Element Which Makes The Crank.

Life Is One Long Struggle To Disinter Oneself, To Keep One's Head Above The Accumulations, The Ever Deepening Layers Of Objects ... Which Attempt To Cover One Over, Steadily, Almost Irresistibly, Like Falling Snow.