Certain Books Come To Meet Me, As

Life Is A Succession Of Readjustments.

Memory Is To Love What The Saucer Is To The Cup.

One's Sentiments -- Call Them That -- One's Fidelities Are So Instinctive That One Hardly Knows They Exist: Only When They Are Betrayed Or, Worse Still, When One Betrays Them Does One Realize Their Power.

To Leap Is Not Only To Leap, It Is To Hit The Ground Somewhere.

I Pity People Who Do Not Care For Society. They Are Poorer For The Oblation They Do Not Make.