Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life. >>
I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up >>
Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is writte >>
There is more treasure in books than in all the pirates loot on Treasu >>
Books are those faithful mirrors that reflect to our mind the minds of >>
Everything in this book may be wrong. [The Savior's Manual] >>
Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form of a human being. If we seek to know him, are we idly occupied?