Experience Teaches You That The Man Who

To Divide One's Life By Years Is Of Course To Tumble Into A Trap Set By Our Own Arithmetic. The Calendar Consents To Carry On Its Dull Wall-existence By The Arbitrary Timetables We Have Drawn Up In Consultation With Those Permanent Commuters, Earth And Sun. But We, Unlike Trees, Need Grow No Annual Rings.

There Is No Reader So Parochial As The One Who Reads None But This Morning's Books. Books Are Not Rolls, To Be Devoured Only When They Are Hot And Fresh. A Good Book Retains Its Interior Heat And Will Warm A Generation Yet Unborn.

Liquor Is Not A Necessity. It Is A Means Of Momentarily Sidestepping Necessity.

When You Reread A Classic, You Do Not See More In The Book Than You Did Before; You See More In You Than There Was Before.

My Son Is 7 Years Old. I Am 54. It Has Taken Me A Great Many Years To Reach That Age. I Am More Respected In The Community, I Am Stronger, I Am More Intelligent And I Think I Am Better Than He Is. I Don't Want To Be A Pal, I Want To Be A Father.