In the highest civilization, the book is still the highest delight. He who has once known its satisfactions is provided with a resource against calamity.

In good company, the individuals merge their egotism into a social soul exactly co-extensive with the several consciousnesses there present.

To eat bread is one thing; to love the precepts of Christ and resolve to obey them is quite another.

The hero is suffered to be himself.

Hence, instead of Man Thinking, we have the bookworm. Hence, the book-learned class, who value books, as such; not as related to nature and the human constitution, but as making a sort of Third Estate with the world and the soul. Hence, the restorers of readings, the emendators, the bibliomaniacs of all degrees.

There is one mind common to all individual men

And what fastens attention, in the intercourse of life, like any passage betraying affection between two parties? Perhaps we never saw them before, and never shall meet them again. But we see them exchange a glance, or betray a deep emotion, and we are no longer strangers. We understand them, and take the warmest interest in the development of the romance. All mankind love a lover.