Books are more than books. They are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men lived and worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

Time! Joyless emblem of the greed
Of millions, robber of the best
Which earth can give. . .

A man must be sacrificed now and again
To provide for the next generation of men.