Our Perfect Companions Never Have Fewer Than

No One Asked You To Be Happy. Get To Work.

Perhaps The Only Misplaced Curiosity Is That Which Persists In Trying To Find Out Here, On This Side Of Death, What Lies Beyond The Grave.

Books, Books, Books. It Was Not That I Read So Much. I Read And Re-read The Same Ones. But All Of Them Were Necessary To Me. Their Presence, Their Smell, The Letters Of Their Titles, And The Texture Of Their Leather Bindings.

One Keeps Forgetting Old Age Up To The Very Brink Of The Grave.

There Are Connoisseurs Of Blue Just As There Are Connoisseurs Of Wine.