All My Good Reading, You Might Say,

The Cradles Of Civilization Are The Putrid Sinks Of The World.

One's Destination Is Never A Place But Rather A New Way Of Looking At Things.

I Read To Be Taken Out Of Myself, To Become Ecstatic.

There Are No "facts"- There Is Only The Fact That Man, Every Man Everywhere In The World, Is On His Way To Ordination. Some Men Take The Long Route And Some Take The Short Route. Every Man Is Working Out His Own Way And Nobody Can Be Of Help Except By Being Kind, Generous, And Patient.

Leave Out The Parts That Readers Tend To Skip.