We Read Deeply For Varied Reasons, Most Of Them Familiar: That We Cannot Know Enough People Profoundly Enough; That We Need To Know Ourselves Better; That We Require Knowledge, Not Just Of Self And Others, But Of The Way Things Are. Yet The Strongest, Most Authentic Motive For Deep Reading…is The Search For A Difficult Pleasure.
The Failure To Read Good Books Both Enfeebles The Vision And Strengthens Our Most Fatal Tendency - The Belief That The Here And Now Is All There Is.
Knowledge Increases In Proportion To Its Use; That Is, The More We Teach The More We Learn.
[marriage Is] Like Signing A 356-page Contract Without Knowing What's In It.
You Never Know What Is Enough Unless You Know What Is More Than Enough.
That Discipline Which Corrects The Eagerness Of Worldly Passions, Which Fortifies The Heart With Virtuous Principles, Which Enlightens The Mind With Useful Knowledge, And Furnishes To It Matter Of Enjoyment From Within Itself, Is Of More Consequence To Real Felicity Than All The Provisions Which We Can Make Of The Goods Of Fortune.
It Is What We Imagine Knowledge To Be: Dark, Salt, Clear, Moving, Utterly Free, Drawn From The Cold Hard Mouth Of The World, Derived From The Rocky Breasts Forever, Flowing And Drawn, And Since Our Knowledge Is Historical, Flowing, And Flown.
Wild Bill Was Anything But A Quarrelsome Man Yet I Have Personal Knowledge Of At Least Half A Dozen Men Whom He Had At Various Times Killed.
Consolation, N. The Knowledge That A Better Man Is More Unfortunate Than Yourself.
