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The Enemies Of The Future Are Always The Very Nicest People.

Men Talk Of "finding God," But No Wonder It Is Difficult; He Is Hidden In That Darkest Hiding-place, Your Heart. You Yourself Are A Part Of Him.

The World, In Its Sheer Exuberance Of Kindness, Will Try To Bury The Poet With Warm And Lovely Human Trivialities. It Will Even Ask Him To Autograph Books.

Continually One Faces The Horrible Matter Of Making Decisions. The Solution Is, As Far As Possible, To Avoid Conscious Rational Decisions And Choices; Simply To Do What You Find Yourself Doing; To Float In The Great Current Of Life With As Little Friction As Possible; To Allow Things To Settle Themselves, As Indeed They Do With The Most Infallible Certainty.

Happiness Is Surely The Best Teacher Of Good Manners: Only The Unhappy Are Churlish In Deportment.