We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.
A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination.
He who wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.