That Is A Good Book Which Is

Pleasure, That Immortal Essence, The Beauteous Bead Sparkling In The Cup, Effervesces Soon And Subsides.

Our Favorites Are Few; Since Only What Rises From The Heart Reaches It, Being Caught And Carried On The Tongues Of Men Wheresoever Love And Letters Journey.

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

Our Friends Interpret The World And Ourselves To Us, If We Take Them Tenderly And Truly.

One Must Be Rich In Thought And Character To Owe Nothing To Books, Though Preparation Is Necessary To Profitable Reading; And The Less Reading Is Better Than More;--book-struck Men Are Of All Readers Least Wise, However Knowing Or Learned.