Don't You Forget What's Divine In The

Vanity Plays Lurid Tricks With Our Memory, And The Truth Of Every Passion Wants Some Pretence To Make It Live.

Of All The Inanimate Objects, Of All Men's Creations, Books Are The Nearest To Us For They Contain Our Very Thoughts, Our Ambitions, Our Indignations, Our Illusions, Our Fidelity To The Truth, And Our Persistent Leanings To Error. But Most Of All They Resemble Us In Their Precious Hold On Life.

The Mind Of Man Is Capable Of Anything--because Everything Is In It, All The Past As Well As The Future

We Can Never Cease To Be Ourselves.

The Humblest Craft That Floats Makes Its Appeal To A Seaman By The Faithfulness Of Her Life.