Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

[My kitten] is dressed in a tortoise-shell suit, and I know you will delight in her.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in

Grief is itself a medicine.

His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.

He that runs may read.

Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.