Information's Pretty Thin Stuff Unless Mixed With

Tender Are A Mother's Dreams, But Her Babe's Not What He Seems. See Him Plotting In His Mind To Grow Up Some Other Kind.

The Creatures That Want To Live A Life Of Their Own, We Call Wild. If Wild, Then No Matter How Harmless, We Treat Them As Outlaws, And Those Of Us Who Are Specially Well Brought Up Shoot Them For Fun.

If You Don't Go To Other Men's Funerals, They Won't Go To Yours.

We Talk Of Our Mastery Of Nature, Which Sounds Very Grand; But The Fact Is We Respectfully Adapt Ourselves, First, To Her Ways.

The World Of Books Is The Most Remarkable Creation Of Man. Nothing Else That He Builds Ever Lasts. Monuments Fall; Nations Perish; Civilizations Grow Old And Die Out; And, After An Era Of Darkness, New Races Build Others. But In The World Of Books Are Volumes That Have Seen This Happen Again And Again, And Yet Live On, Still Young, Still As Fresh As The Day They Were Written, Still Telling Men's Hearts Of The Hearts Of Men Centuries Dead.