You're Dead, George. You Just Don't Have

There's A Lot Of Things People Think They Can't Do And Then Discover They Can When They Find Themselves Tight-wired.

Say Your Name Over Two Hundred Times And Discover You Are No One.

The World Had Moved On And All That Was Over, Done Before Fairly Begun.

Discipline And Constant Work Are The Whetstones Upon Which The Dull Knife Of Talent Is Honed Until It Becomes Sharp Enough, Hopefully, To Cut Through Even The Toughest Meat And Gristle.

He Had Never Been A Social Man. He Had Shunned Causes With Contempt And Disgust. They Were For Pig-simple Suckers And People With Too Much Time And Money On Their Hands.