When In Doubt, Risk It

Books Are Never Out Of Humour; Never Envious Or Jealous, They Answer All Questions With Readiness; ... They Teach Us How To Live And How To Die; They Dispel Melancholy By Their Mirth, And Amuse By Their Wit; They Prepare The Soul To Suffer Everything And Desire Nothing; They Introduce Us To Ourselves.

Love Is The Most Subtle Form Of Self-interest.

The Time To Read Is Any Time: No Apparatus, No Appointment Of Time And Place, Is Necessary. It Is The Only Art Which Can Be Practiced At Any Hour Of The Day Or Night, Whenever The Time And Inclination Comes, That Is Your Time For Reading; In Joy Or Sorrow, Health Or Illness.

Originality Is Only Variation.

Pedantry Is The Dotage Of Knowledge.