I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
Friends are nations in themselves.
To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.
This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---
When he tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is acquainted with grief, we listen, for that also is an acquaintance of our own.