Believers And Doers Are What We Need

Books Themselves Need No Defense. Their Spokesmen Come And Go, Their Readers Live And Die, They Remain Constant.

Books Are Islands In The Ocean Of Time. They Are Also Oases In The Deserts Of Time.

[a Writer] Must Try To Think Clearly, To Feel Deeply, To Write Honestly. If He Is Fortunate He Will Make A Living, But His Work Will Never Be Anymore Essentially Clear And Deep And Honest Than He Himself Is, And He Will Be Judged Finally Not For How Many Copies His Books Have Sold, But For What They Have Done To Enrich The Lives Of Their Readers, Now And In Time To Come.

Unless Their Use By Readers Bring Them To Life, Books Are Indeed Dead Things.

I Can Speak Of My Own Criterion For Judging Whether Or Not A Book Is Good Or Bad. I Ask Of It A Single Question, From How Deep And True An Impulse Did It Spring? Was It Written Merely To Shock? Only To Make Money? Or Was It Written To Create Something More Perfect And More Lasting Than The Life Experience From Which It Came?