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What Is All Wisdom Save A Collection Of Platitudes? Take Fifty Of Our Current Proverbial Sayings—they Are So Trite, So Threadbare, That We Can Hardly Bring Our Lips To Utter Them. None The Less They Embody The Concentrated Experience Of The Race, And The Man Who Orders His Life According To Their Teaching Cannot Go Far Wrong. How Easy That Seems! Has Any One Ever Done So? Never. Has Any Man Ever Attained To Inner Harmony By Pondering The Experience Of Others? Not Since The World Began! He Must Pass Through The Fire.

The True Cook Is The Perfect Blend, The Only Perfect Blend, Of Artist And Philosopher. He Knows His Worth: He Holds In His Palm The Happiness Of Mankind, The Welfare Of Generations Yet Unborn.

A Man Who Is Stingy With Saffron Is Capable Of Seducing His Own Grandmother.

Distrust Of Authority Should Be The First Civic Duty.

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.