Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite ready, who would think of taking up the Faerie Queen for a stopgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrews's Sermons?

Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

How sickness enlarges the dimension of a man’s self to himself!

Books which are no books.

Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.

Presents, I often say, endear absents.