Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad, Because it makes us smile.
Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull