Fed On The Dry Husks

No Man Is Really Happy Or Safe Without A Hobby.

No Human Being Is Constituted To Know The Truth, The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth; And Even The Best Of Men Must Be Content With Fragments, With Partial Glimpses, Never The Full Fruition.

A Library Represents The Mind Of Its Collector, His Fancies And Foibles, His Strength And Weakness, His Prejudices And Preferences. Particularly Is This The Case If, To The Character Of A Collector, He Adds - Or Tries To Add - The Qualities Of A Student Who Wishes To Know The Books And The Lives Of The Men Who Wrote Them. The Friendships Of His Life, The Phases Of His Growth, The Vagaries Of His Mind, All Are Represented.

Half Of Us Are Blind, Few Of Us Feel, And We Are All Deaf.

Observe, Record, Tabulate, Communicate. Use Your Five Senses. Learn To See, Learn To Hear, Learn To Feel, Learn To Smell, And Know That By Practice Alone You Can Become Expert.