Man Is A Dog's Idea Of What

The Possession Of A Great Many Things, Even The Best Of Things, Tends To Blind One To The Real Value Of Anything.

A Good Book Is Always On Tap; It May Be Decanted And Drunk A Hundred Times, And It Is Still There For Further Imbibement.

When In Doubt, Risk It

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."

Don't Try To Convert The Elderly Person; Circumvent Him.