Books Themselves Need No Defense. Their Spokesmen

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

Write To Be Understood, Speak To Be Heard, Read To Grow.

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

We Are The Children Of A Technological Age. We Have Found Streamlined Ways Of Doing Much Of Our Routine Work. Printing Is No Longer The Only Way Of Reproducing Books. Reading Them, However, Has Not Changed.

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