He Missed An Invaluable Opportunity

O Grant Me A House By The Beach Of A Bay, Where The Waves Can Be Surly In Winter, And Play With The Sea-weed In Summer, Ye Bountiful Powers! And I'd Leave All The Hurry, The Noise, And The Fray, For A House Full Of Books, And A Garden Of Flowers.

I Am The Batsman And The Bat, / I Am The Bowler And The Ball, / The Umpire, The Pavilion Cat, / The Roller, Pitch, And Stumps, And All.

A Book Is A Friend Whose Face Is Constantly Changing. If You Read It When You Are Recovering From An Illness, And Return To It Years After, It Is Changed Surely, With The Change In Yourself.

Young Men, Especially In America, Write To Me And Ask Me To Recommend “a Course Of Reading.” Distrust A Course Of Reading! People Who Really Care For Books Read All Of Them. There Is No Other Course.

Either A Wise Man Will Not Go Into Bunkers, Or, Being In, He Will Endure Such Things As Befall Him With Patience.