Sacrifice Is A Form Of Bargaining.

Genius Is Intuition On Fire.

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."

As Soon As An Idea Is Accepted It Is Time To Reject It.

History Proves There Is No Better Advertisement For A Book Than To Condemn It For Obscenity.

The Newest Books Are Those That Never Grow Old.