Life Hath Quicksands, Life Hath Snares!

The Love Of Learning, The Sequestered Nooks, And All The Sweet Serenity Of Books.

Our Pleasures And Our Discontents, Are Rounds By Which We May Ascend.

The Gentle Wind, A Sweet And Passionate Wooer, Kisses The Blushing Leaf.

The Secret Studies Of An Author Are The Sunken Piers Upon Which Is To Rest The Bridge Of His Fame, Spanning The Dark Waters Of Oblivion. They Are Out Of Sight, But Without Them No Superstructure Can Stand Secure.

O Thou Sculptor, Painter, Poet! Take This Lesson To Thy Heart: That Is Best Which Lieth Nearest; Shape From That Thy Work Of Art.