As Soon As An Idea Is Accepted

Past And Present, It Is All The Same, Books Are Necromancers, They Exercise An Influence More Varied, More Lasting, Than Any Magic Known To Man.

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

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

Book-love, I Say Again, Lasts Throughout Life, It Never Flags Or Fails, But, Like Beauty Itself, Is A Joy Forever.

Man Is A Dog's Idea Of What God Should Be.