A Book, Like A Landscape, Is A

The Object Of Reflection Is Invariably The Discovery Of Something Satisfying To The Mind Which Was Not There At The Beginning Of The Search.

A School Is A Place Through Which You Have To Pass Before Entering Life, But Where The Teaching Proper Does Not Prepare You For Life.

Every Now And Then We Discover In The Seething Mass Of Humanity Round Us A Person Who Does Not Seem To Need Anybody Else, And The Contrast With Ourselves Is Stinging.

Reading, To Most People, Means An Ashamed Way Of Killing Time Disguised Under A Dignified Name

Mankind Might Be Divided Between Multitude Who Hate To Be Kept Waiting Because They Get Bored And The Happy Few Who Rather Like It Because It Gives Them Time For Thought.