The Thoughts Written On The Walls Of

Erudition Can Produce Foliage Without Bearing Fruit.

I Forget The Greater Part Of What I Read, But All The Same It Nourishes My Mind.

Courage, Garrulousness And The Mob Are On Our Side. What More Do We Want?

I Am Always Grieved When A Man Of Real Talent Dies. The World Needs Such Men More Than Heaven Does.

Do We Write Books So That They Shall Merely Be Read? Don't We Also Write Them For Employment In The Household? For One That Is Read From Start To Finish, Thousands Are Leafed Through, Other Thousands Lie Motionless, Others Are Jammed Against Mouseholes, Thrown At Rats, Others Are Stood On, Sat On, Drummed On, Have Gingerbread Baked On Them Or Are Used To Light Pipes.