The Saxophone Is The Embodied Spirit Of

Which Of Us Is Not Saying To Himself Which Of Us Has Not Been Saying To Himself All His Life: " I Shall Alter That When I Have A Little More Time"? We Never Shall Have Any More Time. We Have, And We Have Always Had, All The Time There Is.

Far From The Madding Crowd Is A Mistake On A Honeymoon.... Solitude! Wherever You Are, If You're On A Honeymoon, You'll Get Quite As Much Solitude As Is Good For You Every Twenty-four Hours. Constant Change And Distraction -- That's What Wants Arranging For. Solitude Will Arrange Itself.

Does There, I Wonder, Exist A Being Who Has Read All, Or Approximately All, That The Person Of Average Culture Is Supposed To Have Read, And That Not To Have Read Is A Social Sin? If Such A Being Does Exist, Surely He Is An Old, A Very Old Man.

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

Falsehood Often Lurks Upon The Tongue Of Him, Who, By Self-praise, Seeks To Enhance His Value In The Eyes Of Others.