Of All The Inhabitants Of The Inferno,

We Need A Sense Of The Value Of Time - That Is, Of The Best Way To Divide One's Time Into One's Various Activities.

To The Artist Is Sometimes Granted A Sudden, Transient Insight Which Serves In This Matter For Experience. A Flash, And Where Previously The Brain Held A Dead Fact, The Soul Grasps A Living Truth! At Moments We Are All Artists.

Ninety Percent Of The Friction Of Daily Life Is Caused By Tone Of Voice.

The War Years Count Double. Things And People Not Actively In Use Age Twice As Fast.

Nearly All Bookish People Are Snobs, And Especially The More Enlightened Among Them. They Are Apt To Assume That If A Writer Has Immense Circulation, If He Is Enjoyed By Plain Persons, And If He Can Fill Several Theatres At Once, He Cannont Possibly Be Worth Reading And Merits Only Indifference And Disdain.