Every Maiden's Weak And Willin' When She

Real Friendships Among Men Are So Rare That When They Occur They Are Famous.

There Is An Art Of Reading, As Well As An Art Of Thinking, And An Art Of Writing.

The World Of Books Is The Most Remarkable Creation Of Man. Nothing Else That He Builds Ever Lasts. Monuments Fall; Nations Perish; Civilizations Grow Old And Die Out; And, After An Era Of Darkness, New Races Build Others. But In The World Of Books Are Volumes That Have Seen This Happen Again And Again, And Yet Live On, Still Young, Still As Fresh As The Day They Were Written, Still Telling Men's Hearts Of The Hearts Of Men Centuries Dead.

The Creatures That Want To Live A Life Of Their Own, We Call Wild. If Wild, Then No Matter How Harmless, We Treat Them As Outlaws, And Those Of Us Who Are Specially Well Brought Up Shoot Them For Fun.

The Artistic Impulse Seems Not To Wish To Produce Finished Work. It Certainly Deserts Us Half-way, After The Idea Is Born; And If We Go On, It Is Labor.