If You Want To Feel At Home,

The Only Reason For Being Young Is To Outgrow It.

When You Reread A Classic, You Do Not See More In The Book Than You Did Before; You See More In You Than There Was Before.

There Is No Reader So Parochial As The One Who Reads None But This Morning's Books. Books Are Not Rolls, To Be Devoured Only When They Are Hot And Fresh. A Good Book Retains Its Interior Heat And Will Warm A Generation Yet Unborn.

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.

If Food Is The Body Of Good Living, Wine Is Its Soul.