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I Wish There Could Be An International Peace Conference Of Booksellers, For (you Will Smile At This) My Own Conviction Is That The Future Happiness Of The World Depends In No Small Measure On Them And On The Librarians.

Be Prepared For Truth At All Hours And In The Most Fantastic Disguises. This Is The Only Safety.

One Of The Penalties Of Being A Human Being Is Other Human Beings.