Reading Books Is Good, Rereading Good Books

Books Themselves Need No Defense. Their Spokesmen Come And Go, Their Readers Live And Die, They Remain Constant.

Books Are Islands In The Ocean Of Time. They Are Also Oases In The Deserts Of Time.

I Can Speak Of My Own Criterion For Judging Whether Or Not A Book Is Good Or Bad. I Ask Of It A Single Question, From How Deep And True An Impulse Did It Spring? Was It Written Merely To Shock? Only To Make Money? Or Was It Written To Create Something More Perfect And More Lasting Than The Life Experience From Which It Came?

Write To Be Understood, Speak To Be Heard, Read To Grow.

Unless Their Use By Readers Bring Them To Life, Books Are Indeed Dead Things.