Of All The Disorders In The Soul,

Those Are Greedy Of Praise Prove That They Are Poor In Merit.

He Who Reflects On Another Man's Want Of Breeding, Shows He Wants It As Much Himself

It Was Not Important How Many Enemies There Are, But Where The Enemy Is

A Human Body In No Way Resembles Those That Were Born For Ravenousness; It Hath No Hawk's Bill, No Sharp Talon, No Roughness Of Teeth, No Such Strength Of Stomach Or Heat Of Digestion, As Can Be Sufficient To Convert Or Alter Such Heavy And Fleshy Fare.

Books Delight To The Very Marrow Of One's Bones. They Speak To Us, Consult With Us, And Join With Us In A Living And Intense Intimacy.