No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.

Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.

Not so, however, with books, for books cannot change. A thousand years hence they are what you find them to-day, speaking the same words, holding forth the same cheer, the same promise, the same comfort; always constant, laughing with those who laugh and weeping with those who weep.

Let my temptation be a book.

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it