The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.
Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.