Love Is The Most Subtle Form Of

Never Put Off Till Tomorrow The Book You Can Read Today.

A Large, Still Book Is A Piece Of Quietness, Succulent And Nourishing In A Noisy World, Which I Approach And Imbibe With "a Sort Of Greedy Enjoyment," As Marcel Proust Said Of Those Rooms Of His Old Home Whose Air Was "saturated With The Bouquet Of Silence."

Forgive Everybody But Yourself.

Genius Is Intuition On Fire.

Be Contented, When You Have Got All You Want.