A Good Book Is Never Exhausted; We

At First, When An Idea, A Poem, Or The Desire To Write Takes Hold Of You, Work Is A Pleasure, A Delight, And Your Enthusiasm Knows No Bounds. But Later On You Work With Difficulty, Doggedly, Desperately. For Once You Have Committed Yourself To A Particular Work, Inspiration Changes Its Form And Becomes An Obsession, Like A Love-affair… Which Haunts You Night And Day! Once At Grips With A Work, We Must Master It Completely Before We Can Recover Our Idleness.

Would That Well-thinking People Should Be Replaced By Thinking Ones.

Our Prejudices, Our Antipathies, Are Our Natural Defenses Against What We Could Not Assimilate.

Silence Too Can Be Indiscreet.

Avoid That Romantic Trap: Saying More Than You Feel, Forcing Yourself To Feel More Than You've Said!