Everything That Is Not Eternal Is Worthless

I Am A Product [...of] Endless Books.

Sleeping On A Dragon's Hoard With Greedy, Dragonish Thoughts In His Heart, He Had Become A Dragon Himself.

We May Be Sure That The Characteristic Blindness Of The Twentieth Century [...] Lies Where We Have Never Suspected It [...] The Only Palliative Is [...] By Reading Old Books. [...] The Books Of The Future Would Be Just As Good [...], But Unfortunately We Cannot Get At Them.

Length Of Days With An Evil Heart Is Only Length Of Misery.

The Point Is That For Our Ancestors, The Universe Was A Picture; For Modern Physics It Is A Story.