When People Accept Futility And

Baseball Is A Kind Of Collective Chess With Arms And Legs In Full Play Under Sunlight.

In Teaching You Cannot See The Fruit Of A Day's Work. It Is Invisible And Remains So, Maybe For Twenty Years.

You Never Step In The Same River Of Thought Twice, Because Neither You Nor It Are The Same.

Vanity Is A Static Thing. It Puts It Faith In What It Has, And Is Easily Wounded. Pride Is Active, And Satisfied Only With What It Can Do, Hence Accustomed Not To Feel Small Stings.

The Eager Or Dutiful Persons Who Subject Themselves To These Tidal Waves Of The Classics And The Moderns Find Everything Wonderful In An Absent-minded Way. The Wonder Washes Over Them Rather Than Into Them, And One Of Its Effects Is To Make Anything Shocking Or Odd Suddenly Interesting Enough To Gain A Month's Celebrity. And So Another By-product Of Our Come-one, Come-all Policy Is The Tendency To Reward Cleverness, Not Art, And To Put One More Hurdle In The Path Of The Truly Original Artist.