Your Library Is Your Portrait.

Love Is The Most Subtle Form Of Self-interest.

Fear Of Corrupting The Mind Of The Younger Generation Is The Loftiest Form Of Cowardice.

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.

People Who Want To Be Amused Have Lost The Art Of Living.

Why Did Nature Create Man? Was It To Show That She Is Big Enough To Make Mistakes, Or Was It Pure Ignorance?