Write To Be Understood, Speak To Be

Books Are Islands In The Ocean Of Time. They Are Also Oases In The Deserts Of Time.

We All Think Were Going To Be Great And We Feel A Little Bit Robbed When Our Expectation Aren't Met, But Sometimes Our Expectations Sell Us Short. Sometimes The Expected Simply Pales In Comparison To The Write To Be Understood, Speak To Be Heard, Read To Grow.

Write To Be Understood, Speak To Be Heard, Read To Grow.

I Can Speak Of My Own Criterion For Judging Whether Or Not A Book Is Good Or Bad. I Ask Of It A Single Question, From How Deep And True An Impulse Did It Spring? Was It Written Merely To Shock? Only To Make Money? Or Was It Written To Create Something More Perfect And More Lasting Than The Life Experience From Which It Came?

A Book Is One Of The Most Patient Of All Man's Inventions. Centuries Mean Nothing To A Well-made Book. It Awaits Its Destined Reader, Come When He May, With Eager Hand And Seeing Eye. Then Occurs One Of The Great Examples Of Union, That Of A Man With A Book, Pleasurable, Sometimes Fruitful, Potentially World-changing, Simple; And In A Library...witho Ut Cost To The Reader.