Suffer Fools Gladly; They May Be Right.

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.

The Newest Books Are Those That Never Grow Old.

Originality Is Only Variation.

Be Contented, When You Have Got All You Want.