History Is The Science Of People.

The Cynic, A Parasite Of Civilization, Lives By Denying It, For The Very Reason That He Is Convinced That It Will Not Fail.

Here, Then, Is The Point At Which I See The New Mission Of The Librarian Rise Up Incomparably Higher Than All Those Preceding. Up Until The Present, The Librarian Has Been Principally Occupied With The Book As A Thing, As A Material Object. From Now On He Must Give His Attention To The Book As A Living Function. He Must Become A Policeman, Master Of The Raging Book.

He Who Wishes To Teach Us A Truth Should Not Tell It To Us, But Simply Suggest It With A Brief Gesture, A Gesture Which Starts An Ideal Trajectory In The Air Along Which We Glide Until We Find Ourselves At The Feet Of The New Truth.

We Fall In Love When Our Imagination Projects Nonexistent Perfection Upon Another Person. One Day, The Fantasy Evaporates And With It, Love Dies.

Living Is Nothing More Or Less Than Doing One Thing Instead Of Another.