When We Read, We Fancy We Could

Luxury! More Perilous To Youth Than Storms Or Quicksand, Poverty Or Chains.

We Do Not So Much Want Books For Good People, As Books Which Will Make Bad Ones Better.

How Short Is Human Life! The Very Breath Which Frames My Words Accelerates My Death.

It Is An Excellent Sign, That After The Cares And Labors Of The Day, You Can Return To Your Pious Exercises And Meditations With Undiminished Attention.

He Who Finds He Has Wasted A Shilling May By Diligence Hope To Fetch It Up Again; But No Repentance Or Industry Can Ever Bring Back One Wasted Hour.