Don't Try To Convert The Elderly Person;

Book-love, I Say Again, Lasts Throughout Life, It Never Flags Or Fails, But, Like Beauty Itself, Is A Joy Forever.

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."

As Soon As An Idea Is Accepted It Is Time To Reject It.

Be Contented, When You Have Got All You Want.

Pedantry Is The Dotage Of Knowledge.