Great Books Conserve Time.

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."

Love Is The Most Subtle Form Of Self-interest.

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.

The Time To Read Is Any Time: No Apparatus, No Appointment Of Time And Place, Is Necessary.

Your Readiest Desire Is Your Path To Joy... Even If It Destroys You.