Love Is The Most Subtle Form Of

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."

As Soon As An Idea Is Accepted It Is Time To Reject It.

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

Pedantry Is The Dotage Of Knowledge.

The Great Revolution Of The Future Will Be Nature's Revolt Against Man.