Past And Present, It Is All The

Pedantry Is The Dotage Of Knowledge.

Those Who Seek Happiness Miss It, And Those Who Discuss It, Lack It.

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."

No Man Is Ever Old Enough To Know Better.

A Good Book Is Always On Tap; It May Be Decanted And Drunk A Hundred Times, And It Is Still There For Further Imbibement.