Books Are The Most Tolerant Of Friends.

Could It Be That To Truly Love A Thing Is Not To Desire It, But To Desire Happiness For It?

There Are Far Too Many People For Us To Think About Each Of Them During Our Short Stay On Earth—like The Thousands Of Books In A Library We Haven’t Time To Read In An Afternoon. But This Is No Excuse To Cease Browsing. For Every Now And Then, We Find That One Book That Reaches Us Deep Inside And Introduces Us To Ourselves. And, In Someone Else’s Story, We Come To Understand Our Own.

You Should Always Be Careful Of What You Say In Parting.

The Reason We Start Things Is Rarely The Reason We Continue Them.

To Deny Our Pasts Is To Burn The Bridge We Must Cross To Self-understanding.