A Human Being: An Ingenious Assembly Of

What Is The Virtue And Service Of A Book? Only To Help Me Live Less Gingerly And Shabbily.

Be Prepared For Truth At All Hours And In The Most Fantastic Disguises. This Is The Only Safety.

Truth And Beauty (perhaps Keats Was Wrong In Identifying Them: Perhaps They Have The Relation Of Wit And Humour, Or Rain And Rainbow) Are Of Interest Only To Hungry People. There Are Several Kinds Of Hunger. If Socrates, Spinoza, And Santayana Had Had Free Access To A Midnight Icebox We Would Never Have Heard Of Them. Shall I Be Ashamed Of My Little Mewing Truths?... I Ask To Be Forgiven: They Are Such Tiny Ones.

Being In A Hurry Seems So Fiercely Important When You Yourself Are The Hurrier And So Comically Ludicrous When It Is Someone Else.

The Real Purpose Of Books Is To Trap The Mind Into Doing Its Own Thinking.