The Land Of Literature Is A Fairy

I Have Never Found, In Anything Outside Of The Four Walls Of My Study, An Enjoyment Equal To Sitting At My Writing Desk With A Clean Page, A New Theme, And A Mind Awake.

Sometimes He Spent Hours Together In The Great Libraries Of Paris, Those Catacombs Of Departed Authors, Rummaging Among Their Hoards Of Dusty And Obsolete Works In Quest Of Food For His Unhealthy Appetite. He Was, In A Manner, A Literary Ghoul, Feeding In The Charnel-house Of Decayed Literature.

One Of The Greatest And Simplest Tools For Learning More And Growing Is Doing More.

Great Minds Have Purposes; Others Have Wishes.

There Is Never Jealousy Where There Is Not Strong Regard.