Books Can Warm The Heart With Friendly

Alack Our Life, So Beautiful To See, With How Much Ease Life Losest, In A Day, What Many Years With Pain And Toil Amassed!

My Flowery And Green Age Was Passing Away, And I Feeling A Chill In The Fires Had Been Wasting My Heart, For I Was Drawing Near The Hillside Above The Grave.

The Aged Love What Is Practical While Impetuous Youth Longs Only For What Is Dazzling.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

Books Can Warm The Heart With Friendly Words And Counsel, Entering Into A Close Relationship With Us Which Is Articulate And Alive