It Is By Believing In Roses That

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

A Tale Without Love Is Like Beef Without Mustard: Insipid.

The Books That Everybody Admires Are Those That Nobody Reads.

Distrust Even Mathematics; Albeit So Sublime And Highly Perfected, We Have Here A Machine Of Such Delicacy It Can Only Work In Vacuo, And One Grain Of Sand In The Wheels Is Enough To Put Everything Out Of Gear. One Shudders To Think To What Disaster Such A Grain Of Sand May Bring A Mathematical Brain. Remember Pascal.

The Finest Words In The World Are Only Vain Sounds If You Can't Understand Them. The Best Sentence? The Shortest.