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The Chief Beauty About Time Is That You Cannot Waste It In Advance. The Next Year, The Next Day, The Next Hour Are Lying Ready For You, As Perfect, As Unspoiled, As If You Had Never Wasted Or Misapplied A Single Moment In All Your Life. You Can Turn Over A New Leaf Every Hour If You Choose.

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.

Far From The Madding Crowd Is A Mistake On A Honeymoon.... Solitude! Wherever You Are, If You're On A Honeymoon, You'll Get Quite As Much Solitude As Is Good For You Every Twenty-four Hours. Constant Change And Distraction -- That's What Wants Arranging For. Solitude Will Arrange Itself.

The Proper, Wise Balancing Of One's Whole Life May Depend Upon The Feasibility Of A Cup Of Tea At An Unusual Hour.

Concentrate On Something Useful. Having Decided To Achieve A Task, Achieve It At All Costs.