The Egg It Is The Source Of

When Eras Die, Their Legacies Are Left To Strange Police. Professors In New England Guard The Glory That Was Greece.

As To Modesty And Decency, If We Are Simians We Have Done Well, Considering: But If We Are Something Else-fallen Angels-we Have Indeed Fallen Far.

Creatures Whose Mainspring Is Curiosity Enjoy The Accumulating Of Facts Far More Than The Pausing At Times To Reflect On Those Facts.

Information's Pretty Thin Stuff Unless Mixed With Experience.

The World Of Books Is The Most Remarkable Creation Of Man. Nothing Else That He Builds Ever Lasts. Monuments Fall; Nations Perish; Civilizations Grow Old And Die Out; And, After An Era Of Darkness, New Races Build Others. But In The World Of Books Are Volumes That Have Seen This Happen Again And Again, And Yet Live On, Still Young, Still As Fresh As The Day They Were Written, Still Telling Men's Hearts Of The Hearts Of Men Centuries Dead.