Books Worth Reading Are Worth Re-reading.

No Man Is Ever Old Enough To Know Better.

The Time To Read Is Any Time: No Apparatus, No Appointment Of Time And Place, Is Necessary. It Is The Only Art Which Can Be Practiced At Any Hour Of The Day Or Night, Whenever The Time And Inclination Comes, That Is Your Time For Reading; In Joy Or Sorrow, Health Or Illness.

History Proves There Is No Better Advertisement For A Book Than To Condemn It For Obscenity.

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."

Genius Is Initiative On Fire.