So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.
It's a troublesome world. All the people who are in it are troubled with troubles almost every minute. You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot, for the places and people you're lucky you're not.
You're never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.
Think! You can think any think that you wish.
You are the guy who'll decide where to go.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.