No Man Is Ever Old Enough To

Intuition Is Reason In A Hurry.

Books Worth Reading Are Worth Re-reading.

The Poor Are The Only Consistent Altruists; They Sell All They Have And Give It To The Rich.

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."

There Are Only Two Classes In Society: Those Who Get More Than They Earn, And Those Who Earn More Than They Get.