You don't sit up in a cave and write the Great American Novel and know it is utterly superb, and then throw it page by page into the fire. You just don't do that. You send it out. You have to send it out. ↗
We throw all our attention on the utterly idle question whether A has done as well as B, when the only question is whether A has done as well as he could. ↗
It was supposed to be in the second street project for Main Street. But who knows? Maybe it will be built one of these days. We never throw away any idea. ↗