When in doubt, risk it
A good book is always on tap; it may be decanted and drunk a hundred times, and it is still there for further imbibement.
The end of reading is not more books but more life.
The better the book the more room for the reader.
Intuition is reason in a hurry.
A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence."