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There Is Only One Rule For Being A Good Talker - Learn To Listen.

When You Sell A Man A Book, You Don't Sell Him 12 Ounces Of Paper And Ink And Glue - You Sell Him A Whole New Life.

The Man Who Never In His Life Has Washed The Dishes With His Wife Or Polished Up The Silver Plate - He Still Is Largely Celibate.

What Is The Virtue And Service Of A Book? Only To Help Me Live Less Gingerly And Shabbily.

Everybody Thinks Of Others As Being Excessively Human, With All The Frailties And Crotchets Appertaining To That Curious Condition. But Each Of Us Also Seems To Regard Himself As Existing On A Detached Plane Of Observation, Exempt (save In Moments Of Avid Crisis) From The Strange Whims Of Humanity En Masse.