Books worth reading are worth re-reading.
Your readiest desire is your path to joy... even if it destroys you.
Man is a dog's idea of what God should be.
Those who seek happiness miss it, and those who discuss it, lack it.
Why did Nature create man? Was it to show that she is big enough to make mistakes, or was it pure ignorance?
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."