Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.

Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire: Though so exalted she And I so…

Life is an incurable disease.

Thus would I double my life's fading space; For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.

To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare.

It is the friendship of books that has made me perfectly happy.

'What's more delightful than an evening beside the fire with a nice bright lamp and a book, listening to the wind beating against the windows?' 'How true!' she…