There Are No Bad Books Any More

The Average Man Does Not Know What To Do With This Life, Yet Wants Another One Which Will Last Forever.

We Find It Hard To Picture To Ourselves The State Of Mind Of A Man Of Older Days Who Firmly Believed That The Earth Was The Centre Of The Universe, And That All The Heavenly Bodies Revolved Around It. He Could Feel Beneath His Feet The Writhings Of The Damned Amid The Flames; Very Likely He Had Seen With His Own Eyes And Smelt With His Own Nostrils The Sulphurous Fumes Of Hell Escaping From Some Fissure In The Rocks. Looking Upwards, He Beheld ... The Incorruptible Firmament, Wherein The Stars Hung Like So Many Lamps.

When A Thing Has Been Said And Well, Have No Scruple. Take It And Copy It.

A Good Critic Is The Man Who Describes His Adventures Among Masterpieces.

Custom Alone Regulates Morals.