No Man Is Ever Old

Past And Present, It Is All The Same, Books Are Necromancers, They Exercise An Influence More Varied, More Lasting, Than Any Magic Known To Man.

The Poor Are The Only Consistent Altruists; They Sell All They Have And Give It To The Rich.

A Large, Still Book Is A Piece Of Quietness, Succulent And Nourishing In A Noisy World, Which I Approach And Imbibe With "a Sort Of Greedy Enjoyment," As Marcel Proust Said Of Those Rooms Of His Old Home Whose Air Was "saturated With The Bouquet Of Silence."

When In Doubt, Risk It

Love Is The Most Subtle Form Of Self-interest.