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Improvisation Is The Essence Of Good Talk. Heaven Defend Us From The Talker Who Doles Out Things Prepared For Us; But Let Heaven Not Less Defend Us From The Beautiful Spontaneous Writer Who Puts His Trust In The Inspiration Of The Moment.

The Literary Gift Is A Mere Accident - Is As Often Bestowed On Idiots Who Have Nothing To Say Worth Hearing As It Is Denied To Strenuous Sages.

But To Die Of Laughter--this, Too, Seems To Me A Great Euthanasia.

Pessimism Does Win Us Great Happy Moments.

There Is In The Human Race Some Dark Spirit Of Recalcitrance, Always Pulling Us In The Direction Contrary To That In Which We Are Reasonably Expected To Go.