The Detroit String Quartet Played Brahms Last

Do I Believe In Ghosts? Of Course I Do. So Do You. Deep In The Souls Of The Most Sophisticated Of Us Is Lurking A Fear Of The Supernatural Which All The Discoveries Of Scientists Cannot Eradicate.

They Tell About A Fifteen-year-old Boy In An Orphans' Home Who Had An Incurable Stutter. One Sunday The Minister Was Detained And The Boy Volunteered To Say The Prayer In His Stead. He Did It Perfectly, Too, Without A Single Stutter. Later He Explained, "i Don't Stutter When I Talk To God. He Loves Me."

The Fact That We Don't Read More Books In America Can Be Traced Squarely To The Fact That We Have Newspapers That Are About A Hundred Times As Big As The Newspapers Anywhere Else.

The Person Who Can Bring The Spirit Of Laughter Into A Room Is Indeed Blessed.

Reading Is A Pleasure Of The Mind, Which Means That It Is A Little Like A Sport: Your Eagerness And Knowledge And Quickness Count For Something. The Fun Of Reading Is Not That Something Is Told To You, But That You Stretch Your Mind. Your Own Imagination Works Along With The Authors, Or Even Goes Beyond His, Yields The Same Or Different Conclusions, And Your Ideas Develop As You Understand His.