The Book, Like The Bicycle, Is A

It Seems A Long Time Since The Morning Mail Could Be Called Correspondence.

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

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.

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

One Great Aim Of Revision Is To Cut Out. In The Exuberance Of Composition It Is Natural To Throw In - As One Does In Speaking - A Number Of Small Words That Add Nothing To Meaning But Keep Up The Flow And Rhythm Of Thought. In Writing, Not Only Does This Surplusage Not Add To Meaning, It Subtracts From It. Read And Revise, Reread And Revise, Keeping Reading And Revising Until Your Text Seems Adequate To Your Thought.