Poetry Is A Kind Of Ingenious Nonsense

Shall We Keep Our Hands In Our Bosom, Or Stretch Ourselves On Our Beds Of Laziness, While All The World About Us Is Hard At Work, In Pursuing The Designs Of Its Creation?

The Reading Of Books, What Is It But Conversing With The Wisest Men Of All Ages And All Countries.

Nothing Of Worth Or Weight Can Be Achieved With Half A Mind, With A Faint Heart, And With A Lame Endeavor.

Incredulity Is Not Wisdom, But The Worst Kind Of Folly. It Is Folly, Because It Causes Ignorance And Mistake, With All The Consequents Of These; And It Is Very Bad, As Being Accompanied With Disingenuity, Obstinacy, Rudeness, Uncharitableness, And The Like Bad Dispositions; From Which Credulity Itself, The Other Extreme Sort Of Folly, Is Exempt.

He Who Loveth A Book Will Never Want A Faithful Friend, A Wholesome Counsellor, A Cheerful Companion, Or An Effectual Comforter.