Your Trousers Are On Fire. I Would

It Is Much More Sensible To Be An Optimist Instead Of A Pessimist, For If One Is Doomed To Disappointment, Why Experience It In Advance?

But The Dust! And The Clutter! My Housewifely And Scholarly Instincts Were Equally Offended.

I Had Refused Emerson's Well-meant Offers Of Assistance, Knowing His Efforts Would Be Confined To Moving The Furniture To The Wrong Places And Demanding How Much Longer The Process Would Take.

That's Maturity-when You Realize That You've Finally Arrived At A State Of Ignorance As Profound As Your Parents.

The Only Way To Do It Is To Do It: By Writing, Writing, Writing.