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

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

Let my temptation be a book.

Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew. "Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three. "We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea. Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.

Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other.

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