To Be Able To Say How Much

He Loves But Lightly Who His Love Can Tell.

Books Have Led Some To Learning And Others To Madness.

Books Never Pall On Me. They Discourse With Us, They Take Counsel With Us, And Are United To Us By A Certain Living Chatty Familiarity. And Not Only Does Each Book Inspire The Sense That It Belongs To Its Readers, But It Also Suggests The Name Of Others, And One Begets The Desire Of The Other.

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.

Sameness Is The Mother Of Disgust, Variety The Cure.