Genius Is Initiative On Fire.

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."

Love Is The Most Subtle Form Of Self-interest.

Why Did Nature Create Man? Was It To Show That She Is Big Enough To Make Mistakes, Or Was It Pure Ignorance?

Those Who Seek Happiness Miss It, And Those Who Discuss It, Lack It.

There Are Only Two Classes In Society: Those Who Get More Than They Earn, And Those Who Earn More Than They Get.