In Truth Man Is Made Rather To

I Do Not Know Any Reading More Easy, More Fascinating, More Delightful Than A Catalogue.

Yet, Every Now And Then, There Would Pass A Young Girl, Slender, Fair And Desirable, Arousing In Young Men A Not Ignoble Desire To Possess Her, And Stirring In Old Men Regrets For Ecstasy Not Seized And Now Forever Past.

Word-carpentry Is Like Any Other Kind Of Carpentry: You Must Join Your Sentences Smoothly.

I Ought Not To Fear To Survive My Own People So Long As There Are Men In The World; For There Are Always Some Whom One Can Love.

The Books That Everybody Admires Are Those That Nobody Reads.