If My Only Tool Is A Hammer,

I Love The Place; The Magnificent Books; I Require Books As I Require Air.

Now, More Than Any Time Previous In Human History, We Must Arm Ourselves With An Ethical Code So That Each Of Us Will Be Aware That He Is Protecting The Moral Merchandise Absent Of Which Life Is Not Worth Living.

An Illness Is Like A Journey Into A Far Country; It Sifts All One's Experience And Removes It To A Point So Remote That It Appears Like A Vision.

The Heathen Spirit Is Wingless. It Cannot Lift Itself To Heights From Which The Totality Of Being Is Visible, And It Therefore Loses Itself In Details.

The Best Security For Old Age: Respect Your Children.