Words Are A Commodity In Which There

It's A Good Thing To Turn Your Mind Upside Down Now And Then, Like An Hour-glass, To Let The Particles Run The Other Way.

There Are Three Ingredients In The Good Life: Learning, Earning And Yearning.

Lots Of Times You Have To Pretend To Join A Parade In Which You're Not Really Interested In Order To Get Where You're Going.

The Human Mind Appears Suddenly And Inexplicably Out Of Some Unknown And Unimaginable Void. It Passes Half Its Known Life In The Mental Chaos Of Sleep. Even When Awake It Is A Victim Of Its Own Ill-adjustment, Of Disease, Of Age, Of External Suggestion, Of Nature's Compulsions; It Doubts Its Own Sensations And Trusts Only In Instruments And Averages.

A Critic Is A Gong At A Railroad Crossing Clanging Loudly And Vainly As The Train Goes By.