The Poor Are The Only Consistent Altruists;

The Better The Book The More Room For The Reader.

Intuition Is Reason In A Hurry.

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."

Your Library Is Your Portrait.

Sacrifice Is A Form Of Bargaining.