To Write Is To Make Oneself The

In Search Of Ideas I Spent Yesterday Morning In Walking About, And Went To The Stores And Bought Things In Four Departments. A Wonderful And Delightful Way Of Spending Time. I Think This Sort Of Activity Does Stimulate Creative Ideas.

The People Who Live In The Past Must Yield To The People Who Live In The Future. Otherwise The World Would Begin To Turn The Other Way Round.

Well, My Deliberate Opinion Is - It's A Jolly Strange World.

As A Rule People Don't Collect Books; They Let Books Collect Themselves.

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.