It Is A Grave Error To Assume

If The Soul Cannot Find Its Jacket. It Is Condemned To An Eternity Of Wandering--naked And Alone

A Philosophy Professor At My College, Whose Baby Became Enamored Of The Portrait Of David Hume On A Penguin Paperback, Had The Cover Laminated In Plastic So Her Daughter Could Cut Her Teeth On The Great Thinker.

...the Reader Who Plucks A Book From Her Shelf Only Once Is As Deprived As The Listener Who, After Attending A Single Performance Of A Beethoven Symphony, Never Hears It Again.

For Me, Literature Is A Way Of Enlarging Myself By Learning About People Who Are Not Like Me.

Americans Admire Success. Englishmen Admire Heroic Failure