Your Readiest Desire Is Your

Book-love, I Say Again, Lasts Throughout Life, It Never Flags Or Fails, But, Like Beauty Itself, Is A Joy Forever.

Books Are Never Out Of Humour; Never Envious Or Jealous, They Answer All Questions With Readiness; ... They Teach Us How To Live And How To Die; They Dispel Melancholy By Their Mirth, And Amuse By Their Wit; They Prepare The Soul To Suffer Everything And Desire Nothing; They Introduce Us To Ourselves.

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."

The Newest Books Are Those That Never Grow Old.

Sacrifice Is A Form Of Bargaining.