Suffer Fools Gladly; They May Be Right.

Education Begins By Teaching Children To Read And Ends By Making Most Of Them Hate Reading.

Love Is The Most Subtle Form Of Self-interest.

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

Books Are Never Out Of Humour; Never Envious Or Jealous, They Answer All Questions With Readiness; ... They Teach Us How To Live And How To Die; They Dispel Melancholy By Their Mirth, And Amuse By Their Wit; They Prepare The Soul To Suffer Everything And Desire Nothing; They Introduce Us To Ourselves.

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."