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When You Sell A Man A Book You Don't Sell Just Twelve Ounces Of Paper And Ink And Glue - You Sell Him A Whole New Life. Love And Friendship And Humour And Ships At Sea By Night - There's All Heaven And Earth In A Book, A Real Book.

Beauty Is Ever To The Lonely Mind A Shadow Fleeting; She Is Never Plain. She Is A Visitor Who Leaves Behind The Gift Of Grief, The Souvenir Of Pain.

Read, Every Day, Something No One Else Is Reading. Think, Every Day, Something No One Else Is Thinking.

There Is No Mistaking A Real Book When One Meets It. It Is Like Falling In Love.

The Everlasting Lure Of Round-the-corner, How Fascinating It Is.