Only One-fourth Of The Sorrow In Each

The Newest Books Are Those That Never Grow Old.

As Soon As An Idea Is Accepted It Is Time To Reject It.

Happiness Is A Form Of Courage.

Love Is The Most Subtle Form Of Self-interest.

A Large, Still Book Is A Piece Of Quietness, Succulent And Nourishing In A Noisy World, Which I Approach And Imbibe With "a Sort Of Greedy Enjoyment," As Marcel Proust Said Of Those Rooms Of His Old Home Whose Air Was "saturated With The Bouquet Of Silence."