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But There Are Roughly Two Sorts Of Informed People, Aren't There? People Who Start Off Right By Observing The Pitfalls And Mistakes And Going Round Them, And The People Who Fall Into Them And Get Out And Know They're There Because Of That. They Both Come To The Same Conclusions But They Don't Have Quite The Same Point Of View.

It's Easy Enough To Make The Truth Look Silly. A Man Never Seems More Foolish-like Than He Does When He's Speaking His Whole Mind And Heart.

I Believe That An Author Who Cannot Control Her Characters Is, Like A Mother Who Cannot Control Her Children, Not Really Fit To Look After Them.

He Did Not Arrive At This Conclusion By The Decent Process Of Quiet, Logical Deduction, Nor Yet By The Blinding Flash Of Glorious Intuition, But By The Shoddy, Untidy Process Halfway Between The Two By Which One Usually Gets To Know Things.

Good Doctors Get A Mechanic's Pleasure In Making You Tick Over.