We May Sit In Our Library And

A Pleasure Is Full Grown Only When It Is Remembered. C. S. Lewis, Out Of The Silent Planet True Pleasures Are Paid For In Advance; False Pleasures Afterwards, With Heavy And Compound Interest.

False Pleasures Come From Without And Are Imperfect: Happiness Is Internal And Our Own.

Fresh Air Is As Good For The Mind As For The Body. Nature Always Seems Trying To Talk To Us As If She Had Some Great Secret To Tell. And So She Has.

How Little Our Libraries Cost Us As Compared With Our Liquor Cellars.

Love Seems To Beautify And Inspire All Nature. It Raises The Earthly Caterpillar Into The Ethereal Butterfly, It Paints The Feathers In Spring, It Lights The Glowworm's Lamp, It Wakens The Song Of Birds, And Inspires The Poet's Lay. Even Inanimate Nature Seems To Feel The Spell, And Flowers Glow With The Richest Colours.