The Price Of Justice Is Eternal Publicity.

It Is Within The Experience Of Everyone That When Pleasure And Pain Reach A Certain Intensity They Are Indistinguishable.

I Know People Who Read And Read, And For All The Good It Does Them, They Might As Well Cut Bread And Butter. Unless You Give At Least 45 Minutes Of Careful, Fatiguing Reflection Upon What You Are Reading, Your Minutes Are Chiefly Wasted.

Great Wealth May Be To Its Owner A Blessing Or A Curse. Alas! I Fear It Is Too Often The Latter. It Hardens The Heart, Blunts The Finer Susceptibilities, And Transforms Into A Fiend What Under More Favourable Circumstances Might Have Been A Human Being.

To My Mind The Most Poignant Mystical Exhoration Ever Written Is "be Still And Know That I Am God."

As A Rule People Don't Collect Books; They Let Books Collect Themselves.