Fifty Percent Of The World

The Human Mind Appears Suddenly And Inexplicably Out Of Some Unknown And Unimaginable Void. It Passes Half Its Known Life In The Mental Chaos Of Sleep. Even When Awake It Is A Victim Of Its Own Ill-adjustment, Of Disease, Of Age, Of External Suggestion, Of Nature's Compulsions; It Doubts Its Own Sensations And Trusts Only In Instruments And Averages.

Truth And Beauty (perhaps Keats Was Wrong In Identifying Them: Perhaps They Have The Relation Of Wit And Humour, Or Rain And Rainbow) Are Of Interest Only To Hungry People. There Are Several Kinds Of Hunger. If Socrates, Spinoza, And Santayana Had Had Free Access To A Midnight Icebox We Would Never Have Heard Of Them. Shall I Be Ashamed Of My Little Mewing Truths?... I Ask To Be Forgiven: They Are Such Tiny Ones.

Be Prepared For Truth At All Hours And In The Most Fantastic Disguises. This Is The Only Safety.

There Are Three Ingredients In The Good Life: Learning, Earning And Yearning.

A Doctor Is Advertised By The Bodies He Cures. My Business Is Advertised By The Minds I Stimulate. And Let Me Tell You That The Book Business Is Different From Other Trades. People Don't Know They Want Books. I Can See Just By Looking At You That Your Mind Is Ill For Lack Of Books But You Are Blissfully Unaware Of It!