The secret of popular writing is never to put more on a given page than the common reader can lap off it with no strain whatsoever on his habitually slack attention.

The curse of me and my nation is that we always think things can be bettered by immediate action of some sort, any sort rather than no sort.

The temple is holy because it is not for sale.

What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell. What thou lovest well is thy true heritage.

The book shd. be a ball of light in one's hand.

A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.

Technique is the test of sincerity.