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Never, Ever Condescend To The Reader. Assume You Are Writing For Someone Better And Smarter Than You Are. This Will Protect You From Conventionalism, Faddishness, And Cliché.

That's One Good Thing About The Way Life Is, That No One Can Know You If You Don't Let Them.

There Was Some Sort Of Maze-learning Experiment Involved In My Final Grade And Since I Remember The Rat Who Was My Colleague As Uncooperative, Or Perhaps Merely Incompetent At Being A Rat, Or Tired Of The Whole Thing, I Don't Remember How I Passed.

Of My Conception I Know Only What You Know Of Yours. It Occurred In Darkness And I Was Unconsenting... By Some Bleak Alchemy What Had Been Mere Unbeing Becomes Death When Life Is Mingled With It.

Any Father…must Finally Give His Child Up To The Wilderness And Trust To The Providence Of God. It Seems Almost A Cruelty For One Generation To Beget Another When Parents Can Secure So Little For Their Children, So Little Safety, Even In The Best Circumstances. Great Faith Is Required To Give The Child Up, Trusting God To Honor The Parents’ Love For Him By Assuring That There Will Indeed Be Angels In That Wilderness.