O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With the sea-weed in summer, ye bountiful powers! And I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.

Either a wise man will not go into bunkers, or, being in, he will endure such things as befall him with patience.

Young men, especially in America, write to me and ask me to recommend “a course of reading.” Distrust a course of reading! People who really care for books read all of them. There is no other course.

And remember that the danger which is most to be feared is never the danger we are most afraid of.

O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With the sea-weed in summer, ye bountiful powers! And I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.

I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, for a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.

Of all animals, he alone attains to the Contemplative Life.