Our Lives Are Like A Candle In

Money Buys Everything Except Love, Personality, Freedom, Immortality, Silence, Peace.

Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.

Newspapers Tell Beforehand What Is Going To Happen - Maybe.

His Books Were Part Of Him. Each Year Of His Life, It Seemed, His Books Became More And More A Part Of Him. This Room, Thirty By Twenty Feet, And The Walls Of Shelves Filled With Books, Had For Him The Murmuring Of Many Voices. In The Books Of Herodotus, Tacitus, Rabelais, Thomas Browne, John Milton, And Scores Of Others, He Had Found Men Of Face And Voice More Real To Him Than Many A Man He Had Met For A Smoke And A Talk.

In These Times You Have To Be An Optimist To Open Your Eyes When You Awake In The Morning.