Past And Present, It Is All The

Never Put Off Till Tomorrow The Book You Can Read Today.

The Poor Are The Only Consistent Altruists; They Sell All They Have And Give It To The Rich.

History Proves There Is No Better Advertisement For A Book Than To Condemn It For Obscenity.

A Large, Still Book Is A Piece Of Quietness, Succulent And Nourishing In A Noisy World, Which I Approach And Imbibe With "a Sort Of Greedy Enjoyment," As Marcel Proust Said Of Those Rooms Of His Old Home Whose Air Was "saturated With The Bouquet Of Silence."

Genius Is Intuition On Fire.