There Are No Bad Books Any More

The Heart Errs Like The Head; Its Errors Are Not Any The Less Fatal, And We Have More Trouble Getting Free Of Them Because Of Their Sweetness.

Never Lend Books, For No One Ever Returns Them

Existence Would Be Intolerable If We Were Never To Dream.

What Men Call Civilization Is The Condition Of Present Customs; What They Call Barbarism, The Condition Of Past Ones.

To Imagine Is Everything, To Know Is Nothing At All.