An Oboe Is An Ill-wind That Nobody

Reading Is A Pleasure Of The Mind, Which Means That It Is A Little Like A Sport: Your Eagerness And Knowledge And Quickness Count For Something. The Fun Of Reading Is Not That Something Is Told To You, But That You Stretch Your Mind. Your Own Imagination Works Along With The Authors, Or Even Goes Beyond His, Yields The Same Or Different Conclusions, And Your Ideas Develop As You Understand His.

One Of The Troubles Of The Day, Observes Mr. C.n. Peac, Is That Once We Came Upon The Little Red Schoolhouse, Whereas Now We Come Upon The Little-read School Boy.

The Atomic Age Is Here To Stay - But Are We?

Middle Age Is When Your Old Classmates Are So Grey And Wrinkled And Bald They Don't Recognize You.

One Of The Greatest Threats Facing Book Publishing, And The Entire Country For That Matter, Is Censorship.