There Is An Art Of Reading, As

Elephants Suffer From Too Much Patience. Their Exhibitions Of It May Seem Superb,-such Power And Such Restraint, Combined, Are Noble,-but A Quality Carried To Excess Defeats Itself.

As To Modesty And Decency, If We Are Simians We Have Done Well, Considering: But If We Are Something Else-fallen Angels-we Have Indeed Fallen Far.

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 Ant Is Knowing And Wise, But He Doesn't Know Enough To Take A Vacation.

It Is Fair To Judge Peoples By The Rights They Will Sacrifice Most For.