Man Is A Dog's Idea Of What

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."

The Time To Read Is Any Time: No Apparatus, No Appointment Of Time And Place, Is Necessary. It Is The Only Art Which Can Be Practiced At Any Hour Of The Day Or Night, Whenever The Time And Inclination Comes, That Is Your Time For Reading; In Joy Or Sorrow, Health Or Illness.

Great Books Conserve Time.

Only One-fourth Of The Sorrow In Each Man's Life Is Caused By Outside Uncontrollable Elements, The Rest Is Self-imposed By Failing To Analyze And Act With Calmness.

Don't Try To Convert The Elderly Person; Circumvent Him.