How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my t >>
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we sl >>
Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve t >>
O, let my books be then the eloquence and dumb presages of my speaking >>
A good book is the best of friends, the same today and for ever. >>
There is more treasure in books than in all the pirates loot on Treasu >>
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a certain potency of life in them, to be as active as the soul whose progeny they are; they preserve, as in a vial, the purest efficacy and extraction of the living intellect that bred them.