Books Act Like A Developing Fluid On

[books] Will Visit You At Your Convenience, Whether You Are Lonesome Or Not, On Rainy Days Or Fair. They Propose Themselves As Either Transient Acquaintances Or Permanent Friends. They Will Stay As Long As You Like, Departing Or Returning As You Wish. Their Friendship Entails No Obligation. Best Of All, And Not Always True Of Our Merely Human Friends, They Have Cleopatra's Infinite Variety.

My Son Is 7 Years Old. I Am 54. It Has Taken Me A Great Many Years To Reach That Age. I Am More Respected In The Community, I Am Stronger, I Am More Intelligent And I Think I Am Better Than He Is. I Don't Want To Be A Pal, I Want To Be A Father.

One Measure Of Friendship Consists Not In The Number Of Things Friends Can Discuss, But In The Number Of Things They Need No Longer Mention.

The Only Reason For Being Young Is To Outgrow It.

To Divide One's Life By Years Is Of Course To Tumble Into A Trap Set By Our Own Arithmetic. The Calendar Consents To Carry On Its Dull Wall-existence By The Arbitrary Timetables We Have Drawn Up In Consultation With Those Permanent Commuters, Earth And Sun. But We, Unlike Trees, Need Grow No Annual Rings.