The Saxophone Is The Embodied Spirit Of

Every Scene, Even The Commonest, Is Wonderful, If Only One Can Detach Oneself, Casting Off All Memory Of Use And Custom, And Behold It (as It Were) For The First Time; In Its Right, Authentic Colors; Without Making Comparisons. Cherish And Burnish This Faculty Of Seeing Crudely, Simply, Artlessly, Ignorantly; Of Seeing Like A Baby Or A Lunatic, Who Lives Each Moment By Itself And Tarnishes By The Present No Remembrance Of The Past.

Worry Is Evidence Of An Ill-controlled Brain; It Is Merely A Stupid Waste Of Time In Unpleasantness. If Men And Women Practiced Mental Calisthenics As They Do Physical Calisthenics, They Would Purge Their Brains Of This Foolishness.

Mother Is Far Too Clever To Understand Anything She Does Not Like.

Nearly All Bookish People Are Snobs, And Especially The More Enlightened Among Them. They Are Apt To Assume That If A Writer Has Immense Circulation, If He Is Enjoyed By Plain Persons, And If He Can Fill Several Theatres At Once, He Cannont Possibly Be Worth Reading And Merits Only Indifference And Disdain.

You Can Turn Over A New Leaf Every Hour If You Choose.