I had a Mother who read me tales Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales, True to his trust till his tragic death, Faithfulness blent with his final breath. Anyone who has a library and a garden wants for nothing. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings. You live several lives while reading it. No entertainment is so cheap as reading, nor any pleasure so lasting.
Books are the ever burning lamps of accumulated wisdom.
No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally worth reading at the age of fifty. My purse is light, my flesh is weak. So banish from my erring heart All baleful appetites and hints Of Satan's fascinating art, Of first editions, and of prints. May extra-illustrate my life. I got it cheap.