Self-denial Is Not A Virtue; It Is

Life Isn't About Finding Yourself. Life Is About Creating Yourself.

Your Wits Can't Thicken In That Soft Moist Air, On Those White Springy Roads, In Those Misty Rushes And Brown Bogs, On Those Hillsides Of Granite Rocks And Magenta Heather. You've No Such Colours In The Sky, No Such Lure In The Distances, No Such Sadness In The Evenings. Oh The Dreaming! The Dreaming! The Torturing, Heart-scalding, Never Satisfying Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming!

The Notion That Nature Does Not Proceed By Jumps Is Only One Of The Budget Of Plausible Lies That We Call Classical Education. Nature Always Proceeds By Jumps. She May Spend Twenty Thousand Years Making Up Her Mind To Jump; But When She Makes It Up At Last, The Jump Is Big Enough To Take Us Into A New Age.

People Who Are Hard, Grasping And Always Ready To Take Advantage Of Their Neighbors Become Very Rich.

It Has Taken Me Nearly Twenty Years Of Studied Self-restraint, Aided By The Natural Decay Of My Faculties, To Make Myself Dull Enough To Be Accepted As A Serious Person By The British Public; And I Am Not Sure That I Am Not Still Regarded As A Suspicious Character In Some Quarters.