Literature Is An Occupation In Which You

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

I Am Afraid I Shall Not Find Him, But I Shall Still Look For Him, For If He Exists, He May Be Appreciative Of My Efforts.

We Are So Happy To Advise Others That Occasionally We Even Do It In Their Interest.

The Reward Of Great Men Is That, Long After They Have Died, One Is Not Quite Sure That They Are Dead

When I Think Of All The Books Still Left For Me To Read, I Am Certain Of Further Happiness.