Books Are A Habit-forming Drug.

I, Myself, Was Always Recognized . . . As The “slow One” In The Family. It Was Quite True, And I Knew It And Accepted It. Writing And Spelling Were Always Terribly Difficult For Me. My Letters Were Without Originality. I Was . . . An Extraordinarily Bad Speller And Have Remained So Until This Day.

Ideas Are Like Everything Else. They've Got To Be Marketed.

Time Does Not Dispose Of A Question - It Only Presents It Anew In A Different Guise.

Truth, However Bitter, Can Be Accepted, And Woven Into A Design For Living.

You Cannot Give To People What They Are Incapable Of Receiving.