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If It Were Possible To Talk To The Unborn, One Could Never Explain To Them How It Feels To Be Alive, For Life Is Washed In The Speechless Real.

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.

Americans Began By Loving Youth, And Now, Out Of Adult Self-pity, They Worship It.

If Civilization Has Risen From The Stone Age, It Can Rise Again From The Wastepaper Age.

Above All, Do Not Talk Yourself Out Of Good Ideas By Trying To Expound Them At Haphazard Meetings.