Genius Is Initiative On Fire.

The End Of Reading Is Not More Books But More Life.

A Large, Still Book Is A Piece Of Quietness, Succulent And Nourishing In A Noisy World, Which I Approach And Imbibe With "a Sort Of Greedy Enjoyment," As Marcel Proust Said Of Those Rooms Of His Old Home Whose Air Was "saturated With The Bouquet Of Silence."

Beware Of Your Habits. The Better They Are The More Surely They Will Be Your Undoing.

The Better The Book The More Room For The Reader.

The Poor Are The Only Consistent Altruists; They Sell All They Have And Give It To The Rich.