If you cannot read all your books...fondle them---peer into them, let them fall open where they will, read from the first sentence that arrests the eye, set them back on the shelves with your own hands, arrange them on your own plan so that you at least know where they are. Let them be your friends; let them, at any rate, be your acquaintances.

I'd rather argue against a hundred idiots, than have one agree with me.

Which brings me to my conclusion upon Free Will and Predestination, namely - let the reader mark it - that they are identical.

If you cannot read all your books, at any rate handle them, and, as it were, fondle them. Let them fall open where they will. Make a voyage of discovery, taking soundings of uncharted seas.

Put together a seaman, soldier and airman and what do you get? The sum of all fears.

If a woman has "It," she doesn't need anything else; but if she doesn't have "It," it doesn't matter what else she has.

I expect you will find that change is the best kind of rest.