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In Real Life, It Is The Hare Who Wins. Every Time. Look Around You. And In Any Case It Is My Contention That Aesop Was Writing For The Tortoise Market. Hares Have No Time To Read. They Are Too Busy Winning The Game.

All Good Fortune Is A Gift Of The Gods, And You Don't Win The Favor Of The Ancient Gods By Being Good, But By Being Bold.

The Lessons Taught In Great Books Are Misleading. The Commerce In Life Is Rarely So Simple And Never So Just.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.

You Never Know What You Will Learn Till You Start Writing. Then You Discover Truths You Never Knew Existed.